O' My Son

O' My Son

By Rajul Tiwari

Your mother might not be the best,
but when I carried you, I forgot to rest...
I sat down with you and made a nest,
A hard mother, a harsh teacher and for you, life's greatest test...

I know you are feeble and innocent,
So, when I hurt you, I cry the most...
All for a stronger you, but still I relent,
on each ordinary learning I also raise a toast...

I fed you tasteful meals,
and waited for hours for you to finish...
I also endeared and cuddled,
also, sounded funny and kiddish...

I may not live to witness,
the wisdom you will achieve...
but one day, you will know,
if I had to, for you... forever I will live...

I wish you to grow up to give and take respect,
Before making love, don't forget to make respect...
Talk to me or not, but mother knows,
All your lively highs and all your precious lows...

O' my son, be big enough
to raise little ones someday...
When you will be a father,
be free enough to play on Sunday...

I don't expect you to be the richest,
but people must look up to you as the pricest...
The world is full of super men and women,
for better, I give to you an enduring soul and loving omen...

I give a life to you which won't be easy,
but its beauty will reach the farthest of valleys
like blooming daisy...
I bless you with all I have,
never fear, only experience, still behave...
I might or might not succeed,
but O' my tiny gardener be ready
as I gift you the seed...