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Retrieving the Morning

Retrieving the Morning

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Published by Vidit Aneja
This is the short poem that i went on to write when i felt the sudden feelings of my 40 year old uncle who has lost his mother 3 yrs back but still carries the same love with him for his mother.
This is the short poem that i went on to write when i felt the sudden feelings of my 40 year old uncle who has lost his mother 3 yrs back but still carries the same love with him for his mother.

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Published by: Vidit Aneja on Apr 09, 2010
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Retrieving The Morning
Another morning of sunny day;Is awaiting as I dressed up like a young lad;While the grass behind my window is all set to hay;Its silent fragrance still makes me mad.I walked down with the bouquet and dimple on my face;While the home seemed to be lively again;Instant appearance of the woman could be from another phase;Scolding to the little brat, busy in stealing the grains;Her feet made a successful chase;And I constantly became frail.Oh! Mom its been years you left me alone;The pain of your absence is increasing upon my chest;I recall those days and I feel so much lone;call me, hug me once; Ill die lest.Another evening of sunny day, I came;To see my lovely mother on my own;This little brat has become a lame;Eyes or tears, heart looks to be torn.
 
I saw her sleeping sedately;Though not visible, I could feel myself under her arm;The barrier of stone between us was not barricading me absolutely;Not barricading me from her love and charm.Hours passed by, sharing my childhood, feelings and fun;Sitting beside her, on the lap of heavens root;I thought how my life has turned;With the new branches of the newfangled routes.I gave the bouquet to her;While tears showered my eyeballs;I have to leave her;Only to see her in photos with my eyeballs.Better becomes the best,Circumstances are the best teachers of your life,Life goes on ,You take it happily or sadly-your wish,

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