Aatma-my soul:-

The dream for your motherhood
My crave for your cozy lap.
My imagination to sleep
listening to your lullaby sweet.
Has faded away in
In a thin fog slowly..

Maybe i have given you pain,
Maybe i have broken your heart,
Maybe you've been thinking about me,
That's why my heart cries more you see.

Your memories and your blessings
has always been giving me
a warm protection.
Protecting me from every stress of life.
My dream of having a spoon of gruel
from your motherly tender hand
seems impossible almost...
Reckoning back seems hard to me...
My heart cries out again you see.

Maybe i have given you pain,
Maybe i have broken your heart,
Maybe you've been thinking about me,
That's why my heart cries more you see.

You dwell in my spirit...
You live in my memories,
You run through my veins,
You are an ethic none can sieze.

Maybe i have given you pain,
Maybe i have broken your heart,
Maybe you've been thinking about me,
That's why my heart cries more you see.

This poem is dedicated to my Dear Mom..she is in an asylum far away right now..and i can't reach upto her..but still hoping my words and my cries to reach her..I love you Mom.

-Neo