What is with this smile Mamma ?
It follows me everywhere, in good times
And in pain.
During journeys and at nights I rest.
Remember how you read me my
Nursery rhymes and the alphabet Mamma ?
Remember how you waited for me
To arrive from school ? Our banters
And the laughter that followed.
Look ! My library is bigger now,
Almost as large as that of yours.
Yet, I long to hear a lullaby from you.
Sing to me Mamma ! Just like
You did ages ago.
Don’t walk away like that Mamma !
See, I am your little girl in tears.
You taught me how to fight my battles
But weren’t you my shield ?
I am you girl, grey and portly,
But I still need to hear my lullaby.