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Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Miss You Mother

At the midnight my eyes fill with tears after grief of my lost

Getting hurt after dumped

May be your lover is not that person whom you can believe

She has gone like the spirit of vodka

But this is my mama, who taught me to love this world when I was a fetus,

Who taught me that “I am always with you my child”.

What is she doing now?

May be cleaning some unnecessary stuff

Or sleeping against my dad and thinking about me

“Is he alright/is he does any bad work”?

The smell coming from my mom always remember me

That she is not with me now.

I remember those days, playing with mom

I remember her way of looking at me

That broke my lover’s first kiss too

I am really tired now

Want to go back………….

Miss you mother really miss you.



copyright Abhijit Kshetry(2010)

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