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As the first blog entry got exhausted. My second book
Evolution of Love Part 2
January 2, 2025 at 4:19pm
January 2, 2025 at 4:19pm
#1081865

"When mother is on her bed, she does not cry, she just thinks"



Mom when death is on the bed
She doesn't cry just thinks
She thinks what kids be thinking
Papa must be half thinking about it
The whole house will be immersed in thought
If she was fine then scratchy
It removes all the thoughts.
She hides her pain with a smile
Still keeps trying
Mom when death is on the bed

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Mom when death is on the bed
She doesn't cry just thinks
She thinks
About that kitchen
Where could not go for months
Ever since standing up has become muhal
Wouldn't have been spoiled by not getting sunny
That pickle of mango
Which was fresh in the box then
If the box of pepper would not have been opened
A packet of milk fell outside the house
Wouldn't have been there for days
All the thinking of mother remains till mother
Mother avoids saying anything to anyone
Mom when death is on the bed

Mom when death is on the bed
She doesn't cry, she thinks
She thinks-
In the cold humming sun
Who will feed the kids hard rice
Who will make moong dal pudding
Who will give me ginger cardamom tea
Eat some more
Drink some more
Who will say it again and again

--
Mom when death is on the bed
She doesn't cry just thinks
She thinks-what kind of baby is this
The one who stays together all day
Can't sleep at night
She cries secretly
Even my disease hides it from me
Again with fake laughs
Comes to me
She is scared from the inside
But gives me comfort
Mother is a fighter
The one who fights, fights and wins
She doesn't cry just thinks
Mom when death is on the bed

Mom when death is on the bed
She doesn't cry, she thinks
She thinks-
Oh God what have you done to me
Kids na celebrating their birthday
Not able to share our happiness
Missing many chances back to back
A lifeless body lying on the bed
Happy happy mal picking up urine
Feeding the antakshari
Putting the cockroachs and pucchies
Mom when death is on the bed

--
Mom when death is on the bed
She doesn't cry just thinks
She thinks
Except work, home and family
Why are these kids behind me
Father also forgetting his disease
Why are you tied up for me
How much loss will be facing for everyone's work
What will be affecting everyone's health
How much money must be spent
What every member of the family must be tolerating
Sighs hiding with the breath
When mother is on death bed

--
Mom when death is on the bed
She doesn't cry just thinks
Even when the neat stops looking
The head of the voices of our own cannot stop
Every part of the body starts refusing to support
Even the mind starts refusing to believe at a time.
Even in such a situation mother is fighting from inside
When mother is on death bed
She doesn't cry just thinks

Mom needs some trick
He needs salvation now
He needs salvation so papa can take it
Medicine on time
Kids can go to work
The sobbing coming from the bathroom stops
Pain should not stop in any corner of the house
Everything goes at its own pace
And he moves to his destination
The mother who made the house home
Settles the house in herself
And then the life giving mother
To give life to everyone
Once again
Makes herself swaha

Mom when death is on the bed
She doesn't cry, she just thinks


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