My first feeling of 'I' started within you
and your nourishment survived me.
But my pain of detachment vanished with your care,
I adored you with my first word.
You gave a spin to my world through senses.
How strange, second detachment came for my learning.
As my world expanded, our gap widened.
To let me stand erect, you had to push me out.
Now our distance is great
still in my mannerism and habit, you are with me.
You will be always with me, mom
till my last breath detaches myself from you.
A very well connected poem, Sumit. I like this a lot! Looks like another 10. Tom
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A true phase you have described beautifully and amazingly......tremendous creation :)