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)
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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