I'm crying inside mom, as I can't make you proud;
It's difficult to express what I feel, it’s difficult to say it loud.
Why did you train me to do the stuffs with
computer and book?
You didn't train me to manage home, didn't
make me a perfect cook.
It's not that I don't want to learn
things, with your thinking I agree;
It's just that I’m struggling and found
out that it's not my cup of tea.
It's just that I’m not able to manage my
life, that's why I'm upset;
It's just the office which I can do, in
that too I'm not perfect.
But traveling is taking most of my
strength Mommy,
Otherwise your daughter is not a looser
mommy.
I don't know, why I’m not keeping well,
I wish you could come by my side and could
see my eyes swell.
I love you mom but I can’t be like you,
You are an angel, but your daughter isn't
one...haven't you really knew?
I don't know how you managed office, us
and home,
For me managing these stuffs are like a
never building Rome.
Why did you gave birth to such an imperfect
daughter,
She can just give you reasons for worry,
not a single sound of laughter
