Probably, I, would have seena sensation of reality, when
opened my eyes in a new birth
In a new role, thanks to god.
My mother, my “ammie”
My inspirational legend.
Holding uncomfortabilities on her
aging back…with a compromise…
Of thoughts….of her high flights….and
Of course…of her dreams.
She holds my hands, and gives me…
Her feet to stand upto this world.
And gave me eyes to look upon…
the “sky of challenges”.
Her lap is my pilgrimage.
Want to visit everyday, but…
Too grown up to do so.
I’m a leaf bounded to the tree of time
Oscillating to and fro….
She is a tear….
Cemented on the cheek of time.
now this poem clearly depicts true love for a mother. beautifully written from heart. to add on i must say that whenever one finds time he must visit his parents and grandparents!! they all pray for success of their children but its the love n care they ask for return anyways good writing poonam!!!!
ReplyDeletehats off to you Poonam....not getting any words to express!!!
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