The Titleless

By Radha Konda

Those hands,

Which took great care

Even when I wasn't there physically 

But in the temple of her womb,

Those hands,

Which took me and placed me

Inside an unselfish, beautiful heart;

Those hands,

That stopped me from falling 

While learning to walk like her,

Those hands,

That slapped me for the first time

And made my cheek red, in that hot summer

Those hands,

That wiped my tears which were 

Flowing from my heart

And hugged me tightly,

Those hands,

That suffered a lot in making me 

Go on a green path

Those hands,

Which rubbed my hair and

Encouraged me to move forward,

Those hands,

Which cooked me my favourite chips,

Those hands,

Which gave me priceless gifts And unlimited love.

Those hands,

Which made me happy by piercing

Her heart with a sharp needle,

Those hands,

That stitched a new blue Dress for a birthday party,

Those hands,

That made me smile, confident,

Bold by teaching what she learnt,

When I was going through important stuff,

Those hands,

That spent many restless Nights during my exams,

Those hands,

That finally succeeded in leading me 

To the door of success by failing herself In many chapters of her life,

Those hands

That fed me even when 

My hands weren't hurt.

TODAY my hands will lead

Your hands to the door of success,

A sweet word but can't fully express you in it, 

Maa, I love you,

Those hearts That beat together forever...

From,

The princess of your kingdom and 

The keeper of the castle of your hopes.

By Radha Konda