Who was calling I was thinking,
You were calling my dear son,
I was carefully driving my car,
In very busy street I came home.
I had gone to market for vegetables,
That was very busy in today's business,
This was weekly and this was rush,
I got everything in very noisy market.
In bags I have brought them here,
Vegetables I have kept in kitchen,
Already I have bathed now to cook
In cold water bathing gives pleasure.
Arriving home I have picked up call,
This is nice to hear your voice again,
Due to safety return we praise God,
His grace brings chance of realization.
© Kumarmani Mahakul,11 August,2017. All rights reserved.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem