Treasure Island

riya misi

(coimbatore)

Dreaming Of You - Mom


mom,
I want to admire your lovely face
Kiss you for the pain you’ve taken
love you for showing my root
appreciate you for giving me wings
oh! mommy
I want to hold your finger on the first day of my school
play with you and learn my lesson patiently
see you tie my shoelace with care
feel lovable when you tuck me in my bed and sing me a song
Dear mother
I want to hug you with arm wide when you are sad
I want to keep you happy and devotionally loved till the end of my life
Icould have been blessed to do so if iam alive
But you left me no choice instead changed your safe womb into a fearful graveyard

Submitted: Tuesday, November 19, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, November 19, 2013

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