She bent over, her palm over mine, as we both struggled to draw a line,
Trying for the fifth time, so that our apple could look more than a lime
“I can’t do it mummaa” I complained and repeated for the nth time
“Do it slowly beta, it will come out fine”, she consoled as I whined
I think I was three; Curious ‘bout stars n astonished by flowers
And she on her toes, watching me, as I tripped over dolls n cars
Going down the memory lane, via the old family album
Found en route some wonderful memories - me n mum!
‘First Prize in Art in Class’ when I was only five
Was a true feat for her, no words could describe
And she had a success story for our neighbours
When I crossed the finishing line before others
Even today, each task I face seems small
When she says ‘Jus do! It’s nothing at all’
I wonder over my life’s first veracity
She – my mom is sheer serendipity…..
10 comments:
this poem is a byproduct of the thousand pjs I shared with my group at lunch ... few moments of truth amidst those ... the result was this poem !!
shishir and abhishek ...u might be surprised but... thanks :)
Nostalgic!
Walking down the lonely lanes of memory,
I found a treasure hidden somewhere deep in ally.
Flicking through the faded pages of ancient album,
I relived those moments of fun.
Moments, when I was with you,
Holding your hand always following you.
The feeling of security,
The sense of protection,
Those which were then,
Are still the same, with you I am when.
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I will write rest somewhere else.
well done ady !!! beautiful poem !!! words impecabbly arranged in nostalgia !!! n i noticed the stanzas flowing like a waterfall :))
Good one !!!
I told u haunting daunting and what was the third word..:-) will prove to be a great inspiration but its truly beautiful..i mean its very rare that i read something which makes me think and think hard .Its beautifully crafted like petals held together by a fine string infact what stuck me most was it sounded like a musical a really wonderful musical and u never need to say thanks its ur imagination and we i am saying this on behalf of abhishek also would keep on torturing u all with our truly wonderful jokes :-)
great lines....simple n yet so true....very interesting style by the way
thanks a lot for all your comments.... :))
m more than delighted!!
and shishir ... that word u missed is flaunting :P
Aditi, I am not thinking of ...writing a line here...filled words like petals..and musical like shishir did :) All i have to say is that you have got words and you use them in such way that they become literary treat for all your readers.
its not ur creativity.
its the soul u hv
its not the words u wrote
its the feeling beneath the words
I adore u with the heart I hv
I pour u with the love I can
So that u can pen
thy love for world
ur byproduct already inspired two poems and two articles.....tht explains everything..
bus itni tarif kafi hai:)
baki refer to my earlier mails for remaning comment:)
rula ditta.. office mein baith mummy ki yaad aa gayi!!
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