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, .......
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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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Small part of someone's memory who lost his mother at age of 4.