Dr.Rajendra Tela,Nirantar

My Mother’s Lap - Poem by Dr.Rajendra Tela,Nirantar

I opened my eyes
I found myself
In my mother’s lap
I cried, I played,
Laughed and smiled
In my mother’s lap
I grew older
But it was still mine
When tired, to rest
I climbed in the lap
When shy,
I hid my face
When hungry
She fed me in her lap
When sleepy
I used it as a bed
Warm and secure
Full of love
It was the coziest place
I could have
I am an old man
But never forget
The luxury
Of my mother’s lap
The most precious
I ever had
Tears flow from my eyes
Makes me nostalgic
Whenever I remember
My mother’s lap

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 25, 2011

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