To Love With All Imperfections

From the love of a mother, unconditional

We have so much more to learn

Without limitation, she gives a love

That doesn’t even have to be earned

Through every pitfall and stumbling block,

The child meets on his way,

She’s right there to pick him up

With her generous warm embrace

Oh how we often imagine

If we could ever for her efforts pay

But we cannot, its impossible

We would try needless to say

To love with all imperfections

Through the faults and all mistakes

To still find the courage to hold on

Not caring what’s at stake

Let the mother teach you this kind of love

Where does it come from you may ask?

It is only a clear epitome, of what we have all been tasked

If we could love a lot like mothers do

A beautiful kind of love

A love so true, immeasurable

In a bit I’ll explain to you

When her child does wrong or begins to stray

The first thing that comes to her mind,

Is “what if this continues? What can I say?

What if more and more unwinds?”

It’s certainly not the best of ways

For it leads to eternal doom

If only they would understand, certainly,

For adjustments there’s much room

So she scolds him out of love though

At the risk of having him think,

“I’d rather be elsewhere, than right here,

I could leave her without a blink”

And how so many times, we’ve lost count

Of how disappointed she would be

But even when the world would turn away

Right beside him she would stay

He turns his back too, one too many times

And when he’s pushed back home

She accepts him ever so lovingly

As though he never left her alone

She never stops praying for his safety

There’s no dua without the mention of his name

She doesn’t mind, it never crosses her mind

That perhaps he isn’t doing the same

And even when he would think “oh she doesn’t care”

Everyone is right here but she’s not

Perhaps she had everyone be there, just for him

And at the background she would squat

You see, it doesn’t matter to her if he knows or not

All the sacrifices that she makes

All that brings her smiles are the joy she sees,

On his happy glowing face

Enough as a source of satisfaction for her is to see him on the right way

Her only plight is to make sure that upon that way he stays

The best she could get, the best he could have; success all the way

Just so she could meet him again, smiling on the last day

But how about us, how is our love so different?

 Its because we seek convenience, its always the intent

As soon as we sight a mistake,

In seconds we reconsider, “am i really going to stay?”

Our love for others isn’t strong enough

Atleast not as much as for ourselves

For with all the faults with which we are packed up

We are still big fans of ourselves

And if we truly did love, a lot like the mother

Then all we would want is the best for each other

That suffices to keep us patient each time,

We see a fault, or with however big the crime

If the child was crippled, disabled or ill

That wouldn’t change anything, his mother would love him still

And its true the love of a mother is beyond compare

But for a definition of true love, that's an example right there

For it is only true love that has the ability

To see beyond every imperfection, fault and disability

Its only true love that can be selfless, unconditional

It’s the one that never ends, it’s the one that is eternal.