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*Mother (Two)

On my love,
I do not like to talk too much
As a lot of words
Will only create a commotion
So I prefer to keep a silence
On my nuance
Rest of all I leave,
For your better comprehension

In your child hood
When you do not eat
And in your adult hood
When you do not give me food
Silently I always cry
But still on my brave face
I keep a broad smile..

I do not call you to come in
When I burn myself under the sun,
But when I see you to face cold out-side
I must welcome you to this cave
Even I have to burn my ribs to give you warmth inside.

I do not allow you to hold my hand
When we cross a river or pass a narrow bridge
In danger I know you can leave
But I always hold your hand, tight,
And throw you up to the other side
Though I never think whether I will be dead or alive.




























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Submitted: Friday, October 19, 2012
Edited: Monday, June 10, 2013


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  • Heather Wilkins (10/21/2012 2:47:00 PM)

    But I always hold your hand tight, and throw you up to the other side though I never think whether I will be dead or alive. true description of a mother.

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  • Wahab Abdul (10/19/2012 9:24:00 AM)

    a mother is the protagonist of the poem!

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