Where's My Home
Mother – A Feeling
Mother...
An emotion, a shadow, a voice.
Whether she belongs to someone or not,
whether she’s with you or not,
everyone knows what a mother is.
Ask anyone, and only one answer comes—
Care, love, sacrifice.
She may not be present in her own life,
but she’s supposed to be in ours.
I don’t know what a mother really is,
but I do know—
what a mother should be.
I know what a house is,
but I don’t know the feeling of a home.
I know what a mother is,
but not a mother’s love.
Does a mother not have a mother too?
Doesn’t she deserve love as well?
I feel the presence of a shadow every day,
but not the home.
The mother exists,
but I don’t see my mother.
Maybe she leaves,
telling me,
“You will have to become a mother too.”
Why doesn’t she stay for me?
Doesn’t a mother deserve love too?
Even I could say...
“I never speak up,
but I, too, fear the dark, Maa.”
But she always says...
“You’ll become a mother too one day,
and then you’ll understand.”
So I never said anything.
I still feel scared,
but a mother—
she never knows the touch of her own mother’s pallu.
She forgets the way back home... doesn’t she?
There’s so much to say about a mother,
but I wrote this…
for her love.
Everyone knows what a “good mother” means,
but I wrote this…
for the questions a mother never asks.
Leaving one home
to build another—
it’s never easy.
A mother is necessary for everyone,
but...
a mother doesn’t have a mother, does she?
Maybe my mother doesn’t know anything,
but they say—
A mother knows it all.
Sometimes I wonder...
Why is my mother like this?
But maybe...
that’s just how mothers are.
Copyright © MOHIKA PINGOLIYA | Year Posted 2025
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