Treasure Island

arjun kishtwaria

(5-8-1987 / palampur)

Hey MOM


Mother, just wanted to say,
I love you, I do care

Mother just wanted to ask,
Why you look so tired so weathered

Mother just wanted to know
How you make ends meet

Mother just wanted to tell
You are an angel and I’m blessed

Arjun Singh Kishtwaria
Mother you just made me see
The difference between want and a need

Mother why do you cry
When I see you happy when you smile

Mother why do you deny
The pain I gave and tears you cry

Mother I know deep in your eyes
A grief that lives and a child that cries.

Holding your fingers I’ve learnt to walk
Footprints you left is all I’ve to follow

I owe more than a life to you
For now wanna say. I miss U! ! !


Submitted: Monday, September 29, 2008

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