My home is in the valley of heaven,
Under the bossom of mother nature
The valley remains virgin for ages,
Contain her beauty and pure at heart.!
Feathers grew and I flew away,
To a far away land on a treasure hunt.
The distance to my home increased,
As the glitter of the treasure blinded me..
I walked past ,as it was inevitable,
And it became a deliberate neglect.
I never thought that my mother
was waiting …
Glancing at the empty pathway..,
She was reluctant to go in, thinking
I may show up at any time,
She closed the door only half…
What if her daughter suddenly comes home ..!
She jumped up and ran towards the gate ,
Mistook every whisper of a dry leaf for my footsteps,
She would return in dismay
As it turned out to be a stranger who lost the way.!
She sat alone watching the clouds shaping,
Thinking about the curiosity ,
Once twinkled in her little one’s eyes.!
In retrospect, I remembered my home and returned,
Home was there with a broken varanda.,
But my mother was missing..!!
My home is in the virgin valley
Quiet, after all footsteps faded away
I am waiting ,extending my eyes to the empty path way..
My door is only half shut always ,
What if my children show up at any time.!!?
HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY.!
BRIJI.KT
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