Holding a baby "She is mine?!"
tears roll down, she didn't realise
"I won't continue" she left the job
still in pain, with a sob
Sometimes in pink, sometimes in blue
clicking pics "I caught you!"
12 flavoured CERELAC in the shelf near
"Which one would you like dear???"
With an impossible child like me
Its expected, tension and acute pains to be free
Nones but mumma's lap, hungry on will and all day cry
she feared i wont survive "My darling, eat or you will die!"
All though she got lost somewhere for some year
when she got busy with her career
scared, afraid, i lost the friend in her
"Thanks god at least she gifted me a sister!!!"
The sun is up and the day is back
I found her when i entered her sack
understanding and trust became so deep
our relationship took a giant leap
"Maa" "Mom" "Mummy"
you will always be my tummy
you hidden love i can sense
I am going [:(] ... "Isn't it a good riddance?" [;)]
1 comment:
Title of the poem is suffecient to express our feelings. Isn't it?
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