Hardik Vaidya

Rookie - 314 Points (26 Dec 1969, I won't be dead till you know I am alive. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)

Oh New Orleans - Poem by Hardik Vaidya

Mommy, I love you so much.
I still remember,
Your muffled voice,
The sweet laughter,
Your loving pat on your tummy,
I love you so much, dear Mommy.
I don't remember your pain, your effort,
I only saw the light at birth,
I was so scared mommy,
I cried and I cried and I cried,
Till you took me close,
And your being sang me a lullaby.
The same me, the same you,
A gun,
Few rouge thoughts,
Blind shooting,
No mother, no child,
All went so crazy, a gun called tommy
Where did we go wrong mommy?

Poet's Notes about The Poem

On the Shoot out at New Orleans - Mothers Day 12 th May 2013.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 12, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, May 13, 2013

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