This Mother Of Mine

She’s crazy I say, this mother of mine

She’s crazy like she always was

She beats a lot about the bush to say

And often she is stupid as wine.

Little does she understand,

My words, my calls and my cries.

And yet when tears roll my eyes

Her name comes to my tries.

When I was a kid, I remember my words

Were often like her own

When I visited college, one thing I knew

My character was largely her shown.

When I went to school, she complained a lot

She even does it now

But when I come back to home for some months to ‘rest’

I have never felt ill on my brow.

She is crazy, I tell you

For in her so-called love she cried

Her tears fell when I was moving out

Just like mine do in her wait.

I live in a hostel now,

And I know she seldom comes

And she lives with the walls now

Awaiting only the days I come.