Pradip Chattopadhyay

(28.01.1961 / Kolkata)

Mom's Birthday


Every year I make a resolution
To observe mom’s birthday
Offer her a garland,

But here I stand
This year too,
The day passed, mom,
I didn’t remember you!

It would not have been so
Had I been gone even this long
For you mom
I would never have been out of sight
But on this day
With tears and one candle light
You would have remembered
Her son long gone
Offering him with your trembling hand

Your love’s garland!

Submitted: Wednesday, November 06, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, November 06, 2013

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  • Valsa George (11/8/2013 4:49:00 AM)

    That's how mothers are. We, ungrateful children might forget them, but they ever chant a silent prayer for their children and keep us folded in the blanket of their love! I really enjoyed the remorseful confession of a forgetful son! ! (Report) Reply

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