Wednesday, April 18, 2012


Today after countless years, I reminisce the days,
When I used to run ahead of my Ma excited,
She following me with equal delight;
I wish I had followed her all the way.
Today when I am away, I remember,
The nights when she laid her hands on me;
And the days when she waits for me,
To come home for my nibbles and tea.

I don’t have anything in that old house;
But my Mom;
I have worked all these years to get back home,
to my Ma and lay in her bosom.
I grew up crying at her breast;
I lay here now with tears with innate cognizance,
Now I wake up in the middle and talk to my pillows;
Life has highs and I am now drawn to my lows.

Is it worth?
To live a life of a dog,
To achieve the unachievable?
While carnage your chums and all that counted once;
And let her grow feeble and old;
I lost her ageing soul – the heart of gold.

Let me go back and inquire about her dreams,
Let me identify if I was mean?
I never tried to see her aspirations,
Never desires and questioned those perspirations;
Now I close my eyes and see her ever smiling face,
I hear voices from across the darkness;
“Go back before it gets too late”

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  1. Very touching.I wish you go back home soon.A mother is blessing..:-)

  2. beautiful tribute to a mother

    congratulations on your century and heres wishing you many more!

  3. A wonderful tribute Shams!...beautifully penned!

    1. Thank you for your kindness. I am counting on you for few poems for the book :))

  4. Congrats on scoring 100, and this post is perfect it adds +100 more, very true and lovely narrated.. :)

    1. Thank you Gautam for visiting and thank you for your kind words

  5. A fitting tribute to All mothers on your 100th blog post,congrats.

  6. This lines are very touching. :) Good one, Shamsud.

  7. took me to a different world ,beautifully penned!

    1. Thank you Alka. I have kept it simple and let emotion do the talking.

  8. Nice poem-it stirs nostalgia &pathos.


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