Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
May 2019
In that hospital
I was
Watching that  drip
Running through veins
And give that sick body another trip
Clam remains
Doctor explains
Reason behind my mother's sick body's complains
Nothing to worry
Not to hurry
Doc gave me some kind of slurry
Mum aches sometimes in pain
And sometimes in regret
She thought we are late
No mommy
No regret
Neither we are late
It's God's grace
Just embrace
What I remember when my mum was sick I explained in my Poem and I learnt how life examine you.
Keertiraj singh Solanki
Written by
Keertiraj singh Solanki  22/M/India
(22/M/India)   
340
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems