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- Story Listed as: True Life For Teens
- Theme: Family & Friends
- Subject: Character Based
- Published: 07/04/2020
my mother
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when i am down worrying about things
you would call me and ask
"are you okay darling?"
how can i hold my tears then?
when i lay on my bed with empty stomach
you would call me and ask
"have you eaten anything?"
how can i supress my rumblings then?
when i have no one to talk to
you would call me and ask
"tell me what happened today?"
how can i stop my voice tremor then?
when i am in troubles and got strucked
you would call me and say
"It's okay not to be okay darling"
how can i fight my fear then?
when i am missing you by my side
you would call me and say
"come home fast darling"
how can i reach my goal then?
when i am having fun with my friends
you would call me and say
"share your happiness darling"
how can i hold my wings then?
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I've lived far from home and my mother always used to call me and we would talk for hours and hours .
so, i've missed my mother for long. and this poem is the result of those longings.
To my mother(Surekha Padmam)
my mother
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when i am down worrying about things
you would call me and ask
"are you okay darling?"
how can i hold my tears then?
when i lay on my bed with empty stomach
you would call me and ask
"have you eaten anything?"
how can i supress my rumblings then?
when i have no one to talk to
you would call me and ask
"tell me what happened today?"
how can i stop my voice tremor then?
when i am in troubles and got strucked
you would call me and say
"It's okay not to be okay darling"
how can i fight my fear then?
when i am missing you by my side
you would call me and say
"come home fast darling"
how can i reach my goal then?
when i am having fun with my friends
you would call me and say
"share your happiness darling"
how can i hold my wings then?
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I've lived far from home and my mother always used to call me and we would talk for hours and hours .
so, i've missed my mother for long. and this poem is the result of those longings.
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