Friday, October 13, 2006

Dear mom

You stood by me... like the mountains against the sky
You made-up my beliefs which gave me new wings to fly
You understood the unsaid thoughts like the swinging trees that acknowledged the winds that blew
All that I am or ever could fancy being…I owe all to you…

You gave me the peace that I din’t need to acquire or deserve
You put me a pullover while you felt chilly on the floor
You gave me the knee that was my best school…
You warned me for little things but never for the big…

Whatever is unsure in this reeking world, m sure your love is not…
Words do fail, as they ought...

Thanks for being mom…
Thanks for all….

posted by Smita Khanzode at 3:06 AM

2 Comments:

Blogger Rupali said...

Hmmm another threat and another comment ...yaar I kept wondering till the end if it is a poem or a prose :) well jokes apart ...

Know wat at times I think in the dark when no one is beside me ...not even my shadow then also I feel her presence which makes me secure.
I've grown old but still when I skid the first word that comes to mouth is "mummyyyy...".She is someone who knows before me that I am unwell or I am in trouble.

However hard I am hurt I feel my pain gets releived when she touches me.Only god knows wat magic is that.
What makes me sad is the love and attachment with our parents vanishes with time .Wat do u say?
At times " I wish I were a child again skinned knees are better than broken heart "

Nice choice of words ..Keep it up :)

5:22 AM  
Blogger Unknown said...

Really few beautiful words to chalk down little bit of wat she has done..!!!(yeah there is a lot & its countless)...A child becomes human becauce of mom..!! Even today when we are mature (other say..bt I dont..!!), we alwaz remember her when we r in trouble..!!

6:51 AM  

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