A daughter is in great need of her mother in her hard days and this poem takes place. |
Love you, mom. I always heard you knocking my door. As you lightly enter in my room, Calling my names sweetly. You were used to sing those little songs, while waking me up. you made my breakfast and comed my hair, You arranged my books, lying here and there. When I returned from the school in evening, I could see your eyes closed in praying. Then you took me in your welcoming arms, as if I've been gifted with glowing charms. Whenever I had nightermares, I could find you hold me tight there. You used to tell me, "sleep sweetheart, I'm with you dont have any fear,just God is true". In return I always missed to say, "thank you Mom". But now I'm far away from you, I can feel light breeze of you. nobady here makes my lunch nobody comes my hair. I always suffer, the world doesnt care, for comfort,for you mom I often looked back. See, I'm sîtting on the great shore, and I'm facing problems many more. I want to say, I'm loving you,I love you, I've got friends, but few. I want you to come again, in this cold dark rain, and say "I'm with you in bad and fair, as the life is the biggest nightmare". |