Existence


The day was not so special…

But the news of my existence made it a memorable…

And that day I started my journey to gain a new name…

And when I was to be just born,

I heard my mother suffering from a huge pain…

But instead of all her heart was happy,

For me whom she always thought as a coming gain…

I entered the world to find my way

And then it was a journey to do something special…

With every reason I walked

I always knew sooner I’ll become everyone’s lovable…

I felt many to love me…

But it was only my mother to care for me…

Her happiness was never expressed by her face…

But my heart knew she was the first to be happy in every race…

She noticed all my mischief’s and all my grieves

She was only one to feel me growing…

Yet I was small in front of all her doings…

She enjoyed my every birthday…

Yet she never wished me…

But she always gave her every single blessing to me…

She did all she can to make me happy…

And it was only her who changed my dirty nappies…

And today when I am 16

I am still small for her…

Even today she didn’t wished me

But her face told me that she gave everything for me…

© Akhand Singh, 2012 © An Empty Glass, 2012

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