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Inspire !!


Had you ever ask what I always wanted to ask you ,
I would have said , 
Rather I would have asked , 
Did I ever inspire you ?

Inspire - 
For a little good deed , 
To smile even when you are broken ,
To pursue your dreams , 
Even if they are craziest , 

Inspire - 
To think of Family first,
To think of duties
When the world is maddening with selfish feelings.

I would have asked , 
If ever I inspired you
But now I have gone
And you too
And there are left the seeds of inspiration
With white wings around them
They fly , unrecognized , unappreciated
Ignored ... but they don't die
Without finding the right place for germination
And when  they find , they live
To leave earth a better place.

Seeds of Inspiration germinate 
In a mother's heart
Who had been a coy daughter,
A blushing wife , 
And a proud mother.
And they live there 
Forever ...

[Dedicated to my mother , on this Mother' day (I am sorry mom , if I hurt you ever , I know I did a lot of times.) And this poem is for Myself - a daughter who someday would be a wife and a mother. And its for all women , who are inspiration , recognized , unrecognized , praised or otherwise , their seeds will always live on earth , until there is left one woman on earth] 

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