[This poem is dedicated to my aai(mother) for holding on to me even when all I did was push her away. I had a hard time growing up and I am glad you were by my side. I may not say it so often but sorry and thank you for being there for me. love you.]
I have too many faults, aai.
My qualities seem less and bare.
I swear to you I try hard, aai.
But my good deeds are often rare.
I want to make you proud, aai.
But sometimes it just doesn’t work.
I may be naïve and careless, aai.
But I have my cons and perks.
I know I make you upset, aai.
Do you ever cry because of me?
Maybe I am just not enough, aai.
But I will be as good as I can be.
I know I have been delinquent, aai.
I am holding on to a short rope.
But spare me just this once, aai.
For I am just trying to cope.
By: Vaishnavi A. Bendre
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