My little boy is now fourteen
In my heart, I still have him in my arms
Enjoying his innocent smile
Bubbly talks and poems of farms
At times, I close my eyes
And go back to days that old
Where he would blabber everything
And run for my hand to hold
Tears fill me up with more love
That boy's constant urge for me
What irked me then for some peace
But now he wants to be more free
Gone are the days of endless cuddles
And questions all the more random
Now, we are learning to sort our struggles
Some Gen Z codes and more in tandem
I love seeing you grow better
Though I wish you heard me more
But nagging you is just being your mother
How else would life be less bore
Turning fourteen on fourteen
That's what I call a milestone
May you enjoy every year, umpteen
Oh boy, you are grown.
The mom in me wants to hold back
Every passing year that adds
But then the unstoppable is your hack
And I have learnt to deal with no sad.
So today, my boy, go dream
May you follow all of your heart
I will watch you flow like a stream
From it's bank which once was your part.
Happy Birthday Medhansh!
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