O, Mother Poem by Ruma Chaudhuri
O, Mother
How many steps have I to walk?
How many steps are left?
O, Mother! How many steps?
I am so weak, I am so tired
To reach the end of the fire
Let me up, let me love
And take me to your lap forever.
I am too weak, I am too tired.
Wrap me tightly in your lap
Before the end, before the fire
Hold my hand, take me there
Where no pain, no more tears
only love exists forever
O, Mother! O, my Mother.
A good attempt in the chapter of love, Ruma. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks.
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4/30/2024 9:38:15 PM # 1.0.0.1119
'Wrap me tightly in your lap Before the end, before the fire Hold my hand, take me there Where no pain, no more tears only love exists forever O, Mother! O, my Mother.' - The poem ends so beautifully! It touched me.