Shubham Ghormode

Rookie (12/5/1996)

My Lovely Mother - Poem by Shubham Ghormode

The silence of my life
i fill with my twitterings
&the day when i'll grow up
mutterings heard-'really he
was in tears'.

am searching for the ways
that grandma always says
he is there to serve
everyone, then why to cry and
why to moan?

fighting with myself feels like
loosing battles,
whenever i remind u my heart
just settles.

You are not coward, says a voice
inside, why dont this all stops
though i decide.

every moment she lived with
me is saved in my heart,
The ridings of my village and
trips by cart.

every night i cleanup my
mind, for what to leave and
what to keep aside, cyclones of
incidence hits from all sides.

really was i so unlucky to
recieve those tides?

i cant remind the day when i
didnt kiss her, and also the
day when she didnt beat me.
life was really great those
days, now only memories

I have forgotton ur voice
now.the love, the scoldings, the
praise and all...........

i was absent minded whole day
thinking about you.
very few are asking whether u
are or whether u lived!

i will prove that you gave a
pearl to world
i have dreamed flying much
above an eagle bird
And the day when i will salute
u from high sky,
u will definately say'keep ur
feet on ground my boy'

i love u more than anything in
the world,
i will learn, study, and live for
That day i feel from my
heart, you will speak.will call me
and kiss my cheek! ! !

mummy i am missing you

Poet's Notes about The Poem

This poem was written by me
when i returned from my lovely
mother's funeral.
(on 15th april 2013)

Comments about My Lovely Mother by Shubham Ghormode

  • Shraddha The Poetess (9/7/2013 9:49:00 AM)

    bhaiyaaaaaaa this poem of urs made me cry mumma ki yaad aa mooving on mother is the most precious gift by god...she never goes far from us as she is within our soul in our each n every breathe....lovelyy poem............. (Report) Reply

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  • Gajanan Mishra (5/15/2013 12:08:00 PM)

    I love mother more than anything, true. Mother is always here with us, though not physically but spiritually, feel her within, This is just change of body my dear, wise men never get disturbed about this.
    I invite you to read my poems about these matters and comment.
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, September 12, 2013

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