Heart to Heart

I Can't Thank You (Ajay-Kumar) wk 2

I can't thank you (To- mother)

The most comforting cradle are your arms

Your magical care without any charms

Just your touch changes ordinary stone to gold,

Isn't it my duty to take care when​you get old?

But am I doing that? I highly doubt,

All I do is be picky and constantly shout

If I could write a poem to truly thank you,

I would have to be reborn, again and anew

In your praise, all of the ink'd dry up,

For you ma, there could be no backup

I want to talk heart to heart,

But we've been doing that since I was born!