On the shores it seems calm
yet the inside longs to gush
to touch the sands on the shore
culminating emotions find a vent through muse
yet so much is left unsaid
they do not have words...
long to do things we shall never do...
may be a laugh together
a small chit-chat
or a cry in each others arms
or go window-shopping
or eat together silently or chatting away nineteen to dozen
....yet for sure they are my imagination
....unwaveringly a figment of fancy
....you for sure...gone
....yet you live on
as me...my whole existence
....Miss You Ma.....forever...
for all that we should have done
but can never do....
I'm lucky that both my parents are still alive, I worry about my mother she lives about 300 miles away, I dont worry about my father who lives less than a mile away. he is the sort of man I do not want to be
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
jetty..we all have so much complains...we all do...the pent up feelings find a vent in language...yet lets try once in a while to forgive people..life becomes a little more bearable.. today i am lucky to have my father with me...and i know how much he misses my mom...keep the faith...and forgive.