Oh, son where were you all these years!
I wanted to hear that sweet voice of yours
In this lovely world I missed you for long time
You were not even asking me in prayer times
What has happened to you?
You were obedient, honest and true
What made you to be of forgetful nature?
You schooling, education and everything was made very much sure
You used to come and weep by my bed side
I could feel the tears dropp and the words you wanted to confide
I was helpless my dear son when you were just a kid
I was moved by your presence and it spun my head
I left this beautiful land on fateful day
I knew you were dragged and taken away
Your crying words still echo ears
I could understand your pain and fears
Years after years have turned into decades
My memory is now completely faded
You were not to find single second for mother
What was reason for all these years to bother?
I heard little fainted voice from distance
I loved some words closely for instance
You were asking for few minutes to talk
How can I afford to neglect you and walk away?
For all these years you might have been busy with your family?
May be facing tough life for scaling ladder not available readily
Yet it speaks of ignorance and ungratefulness on your part?
The life might have brought you glory but what a bad end with good start
Now you have found the little time
That too after retirement when no one hears you sometimes
It speaks of little childish attitude
But all my feelings for you do not dilute
For all these years you did not care
To see agony on my face and bothered
Mothers are still mothers and shall remain unique
Forget everything even if lately offered kick
I have no words to offer
As not many people may differ
Speak in different tone and not side
But I am always with you whenever you face danger and collide
Oh, son where were you all these years! I wanted to hear that sweet voice of yours
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Efe Light Sakpere Ooh, beautiful! Beautiful! Especially dis line: Life might have brought you glory but what a bad end with good start. this is my take sir! Tnx 4 sharing. 7 hours ago via mobile · Unlike · 1
Uday R. Kulka.. Maatru Devo Bhavah! Tanvi, BHULO BHALE BIJU BADHU MA BAP NE BHULSO NHI
« Delete » merlyn d ah, hasmukh, you hit the nerve of a mother's heart oh to think of how it is painful to be apart children tend to forget their parents dear but in the end they will come to remember when time has come that we are quite old we feel sensitive and frustrations we hold we long to feel our children's love in return that for many years to them we have borne. but do not be sad, hasmukh smile..hehehe... it is not always a goodbye give them time to realize to remember their mom whom they once idolized..
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Somebody tells that children are the enemies of our previous birth! I don't really know. Some of them for sure, do not return love. You observe everything around, and put it in writing. Really exciting U K Atiyodi, Kandangali, Payyanur, Kerala Aug 11,2012