To My Maa,
Mother’s Day?
Sure.
But if I tell you the truth…It’s not just that I miss her —it’s that without her, even the smallest things feel impossible.
Not because I get emotional every morning,
but because without her, I can’t even find my socks, my belt, my wallet…
sometimes even a glass of water.
I swear, maa is some kind of magician.
Main poore ghar mein kuch dhoondhta hoon — nahi milta.
Woh aati hai, do second mein mil jaata hai.
Maa isn’t just home.
She’s Google Maps for everything I lose.
And she doesn’t even look.
She just knows.
Maybe that’s what motherhood is —
Not just love and care,
but a silent, everyday magic we don’t even realize… until we start living without it.
The Little Things I Miss
To My Maa,
Maa, I miss you every single day.
Staying away from you for work feels like I’m surviving, not living.
Some days, it honestly feels like I’m in hell —
surrounded by noise, expectations, and people…
but none of them feel like you.
Whenever I call you —
whether it’s early morning or late night —
that’s the only moment I truly feel alive.
As if something inside me smiles quietly and says,
“Yes, this is home.”
You’re not just my mother —
you’re my comfort, my healing, my everyday stress-buster.
I still don’t know how you do it…
how you sense my pain through a single “hello,”
or how you calm me down without saying anything extra.
You’re my safest space,
even when you’re miles away.
Lessons You Taught Without Words
I used to complain a lot about your food when I was with you.
“Yeh thoda zyada namak hai…”
“Aaj fir se yeh sabzi?”
“Maa, kuch exciting banao na…”
But now that I’m away,
trust me — I’ve realised something.
It was never your food that had flaws.
The only “khaami” was in me.
Your food had more love than spices,
more care than recipes.
And no matter what I eat now —
nothing tastes like your warmth.
I still remember, in my teenage days…
There was a time I got so angry at someone that I ended up hurting myself.
You didn’t shout, you didn’t panic —
you just looked at me with calm eyes and said:
“Beta, anger always hurts you more than anyone else.
Always stay kind.
If someone is doing wrong, let karma do its job.
You just focus on your karma.”
That day, you explained Jainism to me in a way no book ever could.
You told me even hurting someone’s feelings is a form of violence…
And from that day, Maa — my anger started fading.
Even today, people ask me —
“Why aren’t you aggressive, even when someone hurts you?”
And honestly Maa,
what do I tell them?
That following your path may make me look soft from the outside,
but it has given me the kind of peace
that no revenge ever could.
You’re the Reason Behind the Good in Me
Maa,
Maybe I’m not that successful yet…
I don’t bring fancy gifts or big achievements.
But I promise you one thing —
You’ll never hear from anyone that
“your son did something wrong.”
That’s the kind of pride I want to give you.
And if there’s even one good thing in me today —
if there’s any kindness, any patience, any strength —
it’s only because of you.
You didn’t just raise me, Maa…
You shaped whatever good there is in me.
Thank you, Maa.
For everything that can’t be said…
but will always be felt.
If I Could Ever Write Just One Poem for You
Maa,
Maangu hi kya main uss Bhagwan se,
Jisne khud ko tere roop mein bheja hai.
Maa,
Chahoon hi kya main uss naseeb se,
Jisne tujhe dekar mujhe har khushi de diya hai.
Maa,
Kahun hi kya main us duniya se,
Jisne teri muskaan mein meri poori duniya sajaa di hai.
Super
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