I stretch my fingers, But mind says 'No'; Voice of my loved ones, Trails me as an echo. Persuading my heart, To sway away from phone; Keep it down, You live in a different time zone. Different time zone, I fumble in my thoughts. Morning, noon and night; I am out of sorts. It's perfect here, Too perfect for me, Like dead flowers adorned as a potpourri. Drowning in the timeline, Submerging in seven vast oceans. No distance in the world, Can cause this massive erosion. A part of me, my soul, Never left my house courtyard. If ever you want to collect me, my pieces, You know where to start.
A fitting tribute to your Maa. Moms are like that and they have such a flawless heart:)
ReplyDeleteWonderful tribute.
ReplyDeleteSuch a sweet tribute to your maa. Beautifully written and so apt. They take care of us so much that they forget about themselves.
ReplyDeleteTrue. We would be nothing without our Moms :-)
ReplyDeleteWaw... what a great way to write about mother.... the comparison with clock is awesome, sweet, beautiful etc... as I don't remember much adjectives while posting this comment... Apt and perfect write up indeed...
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