Whenever I take pen to write,
Unknowingly my pen
Draws a portrait of yours….
I donno why?
When I saw the world of paradoxes…
My heart was echoed with your words.
You taught me only the real world..
But I fathomed reality is out of reach.
But life is not about smiles alone
I grasped the real life in tears
and it tutored me the reality.
You taught me to read and write,
You gave me talks on life.
Each day was a life for me
I drew out many things beyond
Finally I agnised life is
about living and survival
2 comments:
u drawn again a picture of a compassionate, protective, visionary mother and a child...
i do also see the child at the other moment feel lonely and seeks her mother..
scrawler its again picture perfect and compassionate, action filled poem ...:)
hi...thanks for another nice creation..!
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