Dear mother, here i go again,
Sitting numb with so much pain!
I have so much to say to you,
But do not know if you want me to.

In many ways we are the same;
Just that i am a little shy,
And you are a little vain.
I try to accommodate your every need or whim
You accommodate nothing but meaningless fame.

I am always there at your beck and call;
You show no remorse for our miserable fall.
Everything is always about you,
You are beautiful and you are great,
You have suffered and you have been saved.

Though i have never loved you,
But i think that you are the best.
Best in being a mother
Who really followed no other
Just her intuition and had no regret.

We are not the same, not in many ways;
You keep nostalgia like a bird in a cage,
And i move on without fearsome rage.
Someday we will meet half way across this maze;
Laughing at the miseries that we together have faced.
Maybe you or may be I
Will finally fly high.
One more thing before i say bye,
I have always liked you since the moment i have arrived.