Geetima Baruah Sarma

Rookie - 0 Points (April 26,1969 / Assam, India)

A Gift - Poem by Geetima Baruah Sarma

(Dedicated to my mother)

You smiled at me,
Even though you were in pain,
You sacrificed for me,
Never thought about your gain.
You brought me up,
With lots of love and affection,
You stood by me,
Giving me utmost protection.
You inculcated in me,
Good habits and values,
You patiently taught me,
Prepare savoury menus.
You still care for me,
Although I stay remote,
You are divine to me,
My precious gift from God.

[Published: 4 February 2012 in 'feelings' column of 'Horizon', the Saturday supplement of 'The Assam Tribune']


Comments about A Gift by Geetima Baruah Sarma

  • Rookie - 68 Points Susy Evelyne (12/21/2013 1:13:00 PM)

    A beautiful, moving tribute. Your mother did so much for you and through your art you honour her. Well written, Geetima. (Report) Reply

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  • Freshman - 1,313 Points Jesus James Llorico (9/30/2013 1:09:00 PM)

    A mother's love that never ends, and a daughter's
    affection to the very end. Touching. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Aman Sa (3/4/2012 2:24:00 AM)

    Realy beautiful lines on the most beautiful gift, each one of us is blessed with (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 100 Points Ramesh Kavdia (3/4/2012 2:17:00 AM)

    indeed every mother will feel proud. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 15 Points Tsira Gogeshvili (2/9/2012 2:23:00 AM)

    Lovely verse from a daughter...
    Ts. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 9, 2012

Poem Edited: Tuesday, January 22, 2013


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