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It has always remained with me Like a constant companion, from The burning pyre of my mother to The sleepless adolecent nights of my life I was 4 , everyone I saw weeping, crying As if something very agonizing took over them I didn't know what it was , I just hadn't seen my mother Since morning she is with my grandma I was playing brick-brick with my friends I saw my dad, got into his shoulders as always As he Kissed me , which he generally did I came home and saw a little angel crying all over the house I saw my mother sleeping , I felt an urge to ask Her for food but I couldn't As my grandma had it for me, ....... ............... I was fascinated to see the huge blue river which flows By my village , I urged to go as everyone was going their Even my mom as I got into my father's arms Everyone did something, arranging woods etc While kept building sand castles near the shore My dad lit the pyre as I helped him Unkown of what I'm loosing , can never be fulfilled ..................
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Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 11:48 PM UTC
Silent memories
It has always remained with me Like a constant companion, from The burning pyre of my mother to The sleepless adolecent nights of my life I was 4 , everyone I saw weeping, crying As if something very agonizing took over them I didn't know what it was , I just hadn't seen my mother Since morning she is with my grandma I was playing brick-brick with my friends I saw my dad, got into his shoulders as always As he Kissed me , which he generally did I came home and saw a little angel crying all over the house I saw my mother sleeping , I felt an urge to ask Her for food but I couldn't As my grandma had it for me, ....... ............... I was fascinated to see the huge blue river which flows By my village , I urged to go as everyone was going their Even my mom as I got into my father's arms Everyone did something, arranging woods etc While kept building sand castles near the shore My dad lit the pyre as I helped him Unkown of what I'm loosing , can never be fulfilled ..................
Small part of someone's memory who lost his mother at age of 4.
#love#loss#death#mom#memories#silence#childhood
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tiwary09
18/M/India
Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 11:48 PM UTC
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