Her Life..

TEARS OF JOY ROLLED DOWN HER FACE,
AS SHE HEARD THE CRY OF HER YOUNG ONE.
FINALLY,SHE BROUGHT HER CHILD TO THE HUMAN RACE,
SHE CARESSED AND KISSED HER ONLY SON.

DEEPLY ENGROSSED,SHE ADMIRED HER SON
NOT KNOWING WHAT HER FUTURE MEANT
FOR HIM,SHE FOUGHT DESTINY AND WON
THE WORLD TO HER HE MEANT.

AS DAYS PASSED BY SHE TAUGHT HIM TO TALK,
DAYS WENT BY AND HE STARTED TO WALK.
HER LOVE TOWARD HIM GREW DAY BY DAY,
LEAVIN HER FINGERS HE WALKED HIS WAY.

THE TIME HAD COME AND HE FELL IN LOVE,
TIS LED TO THE BITTER WAR BETWEEN HIM N HIS MOM.
THE GAL SEEMED TO HIM AN ANGEL IN HER FORM,
HE PLANNED TO GET RID OF HIS MOM.

WITH GREAT POMP AND CELEBRATION HIS MARRIAGE TOOK PLACE,
HIS MOTHER WAS THROWN IN AN ORPHANAGE.
THE TENDER FINGERS THAT SHE HAD NURTURED ‘N’ CARED FOR HAD FORSAKEN HER
SHE COULD NOT STAND THE THOUGHT THAT HER SON WAS GONE
THE OLY ONE FOR WHOM SHE HAD LIVED FROM THE TIME HE WAS BORN.

THIS THOUGHT STRUCK HER HEART,
AND IT RIPPED HER APART
FINALLY,HE GOT THE NEWS, ‘YOUR MOTHER IS DEAD’.
AND ‘I LOVE U MY SON’, WERE THE LAST WORDS TAT SHE SAID.

SUCH IS THE LOVE OF A MOTHER,
TOWARD A CHILD WHO NEVER ABOUT HER DOES BOTHER,
THE LOVE GROWS DAY BY DAY
AND LASTS ALL THROUGH HER VERY LONG WAY…………..

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Hope (s) of Refuge (‘e) . !!

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A dream I always fantasize,
All these years – A dream in my mind sown.
A home to call my own
A dream I’ve long known.

How I wish we to a land would belong ;
How much a good friend I long
Always from one place to another,
No one to care or about us bother.

We never belong any where !
Not a soul about us doth care.
Every country wanted us out ,
Crying help we did shout !!!

War & bombs me doth surround,
I see shattered bodies and blood around.
I cry aloud – in vain
Nothing to wipe away my pain.

Days and months pass ,
We still move on
The thoughts of the recent past-
All forgotten and gone.

I fantasize a dream,
A home of my own
Impossible hopes it may seem-
Yet- I still dream.

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A Tiny Drop…

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Drained under the scorching sun,
Every single cell worn out
The tiresome muscles aching-
Down falls a tiny drop.

A tiny drop of sweat !
It speaks his hardwork & pain.
He slogs day in and day out –
Expecting no big gain.

All for a mouthful and a shelter ;
To rest the tiring heads,
His life each day he sheds.
All for a single penny,
Which to him is big money. 

No big dreams, no desire,
He lives to work till his bones tire
Keeping kith and kin happy till his end
And their lives a Lil better he could mend.

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SREEMA KRISSHH

The broken wing

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Over my thoughts I ponder,
Sudden fears take a wander
Life so tedious;
A broken soul so serious.
Talents that once flourished:
Have no maiden to nurture
Words that once spoke bold
Replaced by silence never told.

Life at a full swing,
Yes- now I have a broken wing
Motherhood-I dare not blame ,
A promise each day I make .
The next a better one would be :
Empty promises turns out she ! .

Picking up the broken bits;
Climbing o’er unseen pits-
My wing needs a mend
The maiden has returned, to it tend.
Hear ye world!!  I am to fly,
No longer a broken wing
Ready to soar heights New high

Blogging & me !!

Blogging ain’t new to me. Blogging to me means spending time to discover the inner me. A board to scribble unspoken poetry or unexpressed word.
Blogging was always child’s play to me. I blog when I am bored or upset.
This blog is a special as I decide to portray the poet in me. Give life to the broken wing in me.
Nurture the language of poetry in me. Be a fair maiden and let my wings soar high.