Yesterday I turned sixty-one
And someone long forgotten
Sent me a mail wishing hundred and one
An expression of habitual sentiment
He knew I loved our Mother*
For he cared to attach Her snap.
Her lips were a bewitching smile
Folded hands were soulful prayer
For us all who have no time for Her
Viewed the picture, a glance sufficed
Oh, my disk has no more space
The mail found its way to trash
Who has time for wishing farce?
Another day of dreary chores
Frenzied phone calls, business talks
Ceaseless standing on the toes
Back to PC at the close
The old always guides
I look for a document saved
For help in having a new one made
Don’t we always retrieve the buried! ?
Lo! What could be this, a new file
In ‘My Documents’ saved
Without my knowledge?
Finger curiously clicks
The smile brightens the screen
Like the dawn of spring-time sheen
Hands fold again to greet
A careless son so indiscrete
For all I know I had pressed “Delete”
Nevertheless She refused to retreat
At the bottom of our being, isn’t it
“My Documents” - Her sacred retreat?
A tear-drop tiny grows and wells
In my erstwhile blinded eyes
To spark an insight so very bright
“A Mother never ever leaves Her kids”
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* a saintly lady
A Beautiful poem. Friends remembers and send birthday wishes through mail and often leading to trash as disk space is less. Very true said in few lines... “A Mother never ever leaves Her kids” Loved reading it.
Very interesting. Mothers are always loving and caring, however old and independent their children may have grown.
Friend remembers birthday and sends a mail greeting. Birthday is remembered and reminded. Image of the loved one appears on screen. Response of the busy mind at the keyboard is the usual delete. A thoughtful poem evolves. Happy Birthday belated though. Thank you for sharing the experience.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
some favorite lines: Folded hands were soulful prayer For us all who have no time for Her and Ceaseless standing on the toes Back to PC at the close and For all I know I had pressed “Delete” Nevertheless She refused to retreat...................there's a mystery solved! ! ;) - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - though wishing may seem senseless and a cheap gift for one's birthday, it is still nice to get a nice wish in my opinion. money would be nice also! bri ;) nice one. to MyPoemList
Thank you, Sir, for your appreciation of this poem.