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Jul 2015
With the smile on her face she came close to
me , Handed me a letter hiding all her misery . . . . . . . . .
So busy I was didn 't lend her an ear , And this is the
thing I always regret. . . . . . . . .
I imagine the day that has passed so far , The day
when my mommy brought me a toy car . . . . . . . . . .
In the journey from a toy car to my brand new
wheels , I never asked her choice or even what she
feels. . . . . . . .
The first day of my school was such an ace, But what
strikes my soul is my mum 's blissful face . . . . . . .
The spark and the glory she had in her eyes , Her
smile was known; I know it never lies. . . . . .
She was **** happy for me I noticed it in her
eye , The tears of happiness which I could never
deny . . . . . . . . .
When I was a teen I got my phone and cool stuff , I
never thanked her though it was all because of
her . . . . . . .
In my dreams every night that 's all I see, My
mommy, My mum lying besides me . . . . . . .
The letter was expressing her feelings and love for
me , The pain and agony she felt was now set
free. . . . . . . .
Emotions and love for me were just silly things , as i
was being selfish and crazy over small blings . . . . .
My taunts and words of hatred creep and crawl
slowly up my mind , whispered the things I did to her
for sure were not kind. . . . . .
I was always tugged in fight with you , I know I was
never right , But mom my arms are waiting for
you , Please come back and hug me tight . . . . . . . .
Masuma Mirza
Written by
Masuma Mirza  Srinagar Kashmir India
(Srinagar Kashmir India)   
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