16th of Feb when I was born,
With your love I was adorned,
And when I opened my eyes,
There lay a blessing in disguise.
When I got my sight,
Amid the light,
Which was bright,
I witnessed my love at first sight.
But before I was ready for a brawling,
I was only capable of falling and crawling.
That was when you held my hand,
And taught me how to walk on land.
You told me stories,
Of demons, and of Gods’ glories.
But beyond and above,
You taught me the significance of love.
When I was a teen and big enough,
I became a bit rough.
Without a ray of doubt,
Upon you, many a time, I did shout.
When, out of anger, I refused to eat food,
You made all attempts to alter my mood.
But you still have to spoon feed a boy of seventeen!
With food from my ‘momma’s canteen’.
In lower classes, for hours you would make me sit,
And only after my homework’s completion could I quit.
During ICSE, if I did not wake up in the morning,
You would throw cold water without forewarning.
I have so much to say,
But if I continue, my hair would turn grey.
Even if I keep my thoughts blending,
It would still be never ending.