I remember it
It was mother
On my bed side after
I had little nap in the afternoon
I realized tear drops on cheeks soon
I felt warm
As there was no storm
But she continued with her pain
I was in full dream and still remained
Soon I got to know
As she tried go
By her sentiments with some words
“You are brave, you are brave” I heard
I was on short leave
Whole of the time I lived with her
She was everything to me
Under her protective umbrella, I felt totally free
I could see her in tears
What are your fears? I asked at once
“No, nothing “You are leaving tomorrow
So my emotions tried to emerge and grow
I turned pale with worries
What was she hiding and tried to carry?
I once again asked to tell me the truth
She sobbed with smile and came forth with explanation
“People are congratulating me for having brave son”
I was too feeling proud person
“How could my child become so loving to people”?
She knew I had to face lots of trouble
I brushed aside her feeling and tried to assuage
It was her ailing stage
She was lonely at home
But always stood at gate to welcome
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I brushed aside her feeling and tried to assuage It was her ailing stage She was lonely at home But always stood at gate to welcome