looking
from my window
down
the street
the
children's playing cricket
&
women's doing shopping
the
loud screams of vendors
the
loud noises of vehicles
i
sit in my room
and
watch it all happen
only
to remember...
i
was like those children's
my
mother was like those women's
time
pulled its dirty tricks
leaving
me to count days alone
and
taking my mother with him
far
beyond the horizon
where
my hands feel short
leaving
me with memories
sown
in my head
like
a cloth woven from wool
About- This poem is about one of the most important person in my life whose void can never be filled by any person. I love and miss my mother so much.
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