vijay gupta

Veteran Poet - 1,078 Points (5-5-1950 / meerut, india)

Mother’s Hand - Poem by vijay gupta

Mother’s hand
It was dark night.
I want to sleep but it was away from me.
Memories were not leaving me alone.
I was changing my body side again & again
But all went in vein.
Then I went for some music & made some effort also.
But there was no sleep in my eyes.
I was remembering the palm of my mother at my forehead.
She is thousands miles away from me.
I don’t know where she is living now after death.
She may be living in stars or in universe.
I ask the air to go
Where my mother is living now?
O “Air” please touches the hand of my mother & then touches my forehead.
Which will provide peace & calm to me?
Suddenly after some time I feel her hand on my forehead.
I became calm.
The world of sweet dreams embraced me immediately.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 11, 2008



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