It's Time To Say...Thank You Poem by Puspanjali Sahu

It's Time To Say...Thank You

Rating: 4.3


It's the same sun-shines
But the day feels little bright

I thank the world
for coating the sky
with beautiful words
But
feelings, these words carry
I already have

With the aflutter waiting in a man's eyes
when was on my way to this beautiful world
I realized
this is the best place for me
which by mistake
termed as
man's world

Two rough hands carried me with maximum softness
and I started to walk
Holding long fingers of the same hands
realized
the only place I can sleep
and even the wind can not disturb me
is my DAD's arm

So, dear DAD
THANK YOU
for making me apple of your eyes
queen of your heart
No matter how old I am
before you,
I am always your little girl

With passing time
I realized
fantasies can be made real
moments can last forever
and
I can cry tears of happiness
inside tight hugs of a mans hands

So dear husband
I THANK YOU
for holding my hands firmly
while walking on the road of age

Today
when my son
with his little hands
hold mine
and told
Mamma...you need to care yourself
I discover another man
to care for me
and feel
I can be careless again

.......A woman

Wednesday, April 27, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: feeling,love
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Please...do not live in the world of complains....but create a world of compliments
(written on Women's day)
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Chinedu Dike 06 February 2017

Lovely display of gratitude with humility is aptly captured in the poem. Thanks for sharing.

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Dr Antony Theodore 14 May 2016

So, dear DAD THANK YOU for making me apple of your eyes queen of your heart No matter how old I am before you, I am always your little girl......... then the experience with the husband, and then son......... life goes on and goes on..... your experience seems to be a very happy one.. but so many women experience differently in the hands of men........ very good poem. tony

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Subhas Chandra Chakra 27 April 2016

Nice comparison between the three great men.holding three most. Important chairs in your heart. The fingers were raised twice to guide tender hearts and once from a sharing and caring one. You have accomplished a nice analogy. Thanks dear poetess for sharing the poem.

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