The first person to handle me.
The first one who took care.
The first one to cuddle me.
The first one who was there
To take me in her arms
When all I did was cry
To put me in her lap
And make me smile.
It's her, my mother
Who guided me when I was wrong.
It's she, who is my angel
Even when I didn't care.
We fought, we cried and didn't talk for days
I forced you to face the pain.
I made you to go through a tough way
And made you stand in the rain.
I regret my actions
After I see you crying
It hurts to see your reactions
When I make myself blind.
Blind to see your love
Blind to understand you
Blind to see your feelings
Blind to hurt you.
But I'll always love you
Because you are the first
To hold me when I face a failure,
To make me do my best.
I may fight, argue and not listen
To a word that you say
But trust me maa
You'll still be the brightest sun ray.
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Broken Hearts | ✓
PoetryNot everyone is fortunate enough to get what they want without facing some difficulties and without getting their hearts broken. It is not possible to depict all the feelings in words but sometimes words help us in healing the scars, though temporar...
