Thursday, 28 May 2020

Varsha

My first ever poem was written for my Mamma.l Guess I was around 16/17 years old then. Every word here came from the deepest of my core and holds true today and will do forever. I couldn't do anything to reduce her pain or to save her life.. This guilt will never leave me till I am alive. 

I however can only shed tears, pray for her peace and spread the love she gave me to others. Every Good anyone can see in me today, comes from her.. She taught me how to give and not expect... she did that all her life, for everyone.. She taught me to forgive and not hold grudges... she did so too. I exist cause she chose to hold my hand and guide me though the tough paths of life after I lost my mom at a very very young age. Since I was 2 yrs old.. the word 'Mother' has only one meaning to me and will always remain.. and that is She.  Miss you mamma... Much Much More than anyone can even try to comprehend. 

It's been 7 years since you left us and this world to be one with the Great Lord. Praying with all your children for your soul to rest in peace.

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