Thursday 3 November 2011

For my Mother - A poem by Ashma Nazer 9A

For my Mother

Passing along the lines
It was you and me
Carried into the world
Crying as a complaint
Winked at you the first
Close to your breast
And then in your arms
And then on your lap
Cradled like a doll
That was so precious to you
Then holding your fingers
I learned to walk.

Passing along the lines
It was you and me
Suddenly like a broken chord
I am left to myself
And you passed away along the clouds
Like a dream lost as I woke up
Now like a star
As I would love to see
Among other souls in heaven
You are bright and beautiful
"My Mom" I love you
Though you are far away.

1 comment:

Rajeev Sir said...

Good poem