I admit,
You did all chores,
cooked me food
and washed me clothes
Never held tight,
me in your arms
Never cast on me,
a blissful glance
Never had 'I',
heard any eulogy
Evicted me from your
kind territory,
Never did I find
any place to be
Never ever gaily,
you spoke to me
Ghastly grew
the clouds of terror,
depressive thoughts
occuring ever
Sick 'I' was,
you never bothered
But,
I wasn't that bad,
as 'you' had thought
Tired of your hateful
passions for me,
betraying 'I' became
eventually...
O my Mother,
in this winter
appease me please,
Let blow the breeze
the dew clean your heart
Sweep out the grudge
that is locked in thee
O my Mother,
May you feel!
the distress myself
how had 'I' endured! !
ma'am my confidence increases when you like my composition.Thank you Ma'am Shahzia.
A well expressed train of thoughts nicely penned from the heart. It baffles me whenever I see some mothers abuse their children. A lovely poem indeed. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.
you have a good rhyme dear. you express things clearly and simply. great job keep writing =]
You have politely expressed your hard feelings. This will be cathartic, no doubt. You have good expression, so keep writing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
writing is a channel for catharsis...the composition shows the talent!