Shayari Bazar

I see you working hard for meAnd wonder what it means:Whether I will do the sameAnd give up my own dreamsTo offer someone else my world,A stranger from my womb,And say: Here, take my life,So you, not I, can bloom.I often wonder at the depthOf that cool sacrifice;I know it can’t be “just because,”Or simply to be nice.It is so awesome, I can’t thinkHow I could make that choice,Except I see something in youThat gives my own heart voice.I see sometimes a happinessAmid the stressedout dayThat no one else can hope to knowIn any other way.I feel it when you look at meAnd understand sometimesThat things I do, I do for two,And then your hard life shines.And when I give you grief, I knowThat all the bitter painBetween a mom and growing childIs simply like the rainThat alternates with sunny days,Passion without end,While underneath is more of lifeThan we can comprehend.And then I know, perhaps, why ILike you might be so movedTo give my life to someone else,And know that I have loved.