To My Mother

I brought a cake for your birthday without knowing that it will be your last

I bought a scarf for your head without knowing that it will be worn only once

I remembered the smile on your face without knowing that it will be soon gone

I held your trembling hands in mine without knowing that it will be my last chamce

There will be no one to bring flowers on Mothers day The world will go on as ever and you will be far away!



Poetry by ANUPAM
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Written on 2008-04-06 at 15:20

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nature
Truely a beautiful piece Anupam
2011-07-05


Sid
Beauty! Nice!
*Cry*
2008-04-06