Monday, August 13, 2012

My Mom

Sitting with palms on cheeks
I started feeling meek

Weak and low in confidence
Missing someone’s presence
Someone who mattered so much
who cared with a loving touch

I missed her
more and more

The farther she went
It got easy to vent

Messed up was I
Only who cared was she

She was my sun shine
Without her I felt like a vine

I never told her
whenever she was near

that how much I cared
and even more I loved

Never did I show any emotion
Though she had the notion

I will wait for her arrival
Till then will be busy in revival

No comments:

Post a Comment