Your inside self, that only you can
know but your mother knows since you took birth in her soul. I love your ‘this’
self-more and more every passing click of time. This is so serene. So true,
like a child.
I had always wondered whatever, whenever; my mommy says becomes truth. She used
to tell me, how I behaved lovingly when I was a little child. She was tall when
I was small. She was beautiful and now she is even more. I have lied many a
time but I know it was the outer shell talking and
after years gone one fine day of November someone inside me wanted if it could
rain I would become closer to my mommy. A few seconds later hummingbird tune
rang my mobile phone and as I picked it to talk to mommy a cold rain drop
touched my cheek. And she could only say, "I'm missing you like
heaven."
My eyes welled up with a never fading smile and its droplet met with the November rain drop.
Sometimes you cannot know your true self but your mother will always find what you want, as if you are still her body part. And yes, you are! Trust me.
#Mother #Love #True #Best
My eyes welled up with a never fading smile and its droplet met with the November rain drop.
Sometimes you cannot know your true self but your mother will always find what you want, as if you are still her body part. And yes, you are! Trust me.
#Mother #Love #True #Best
-Snehil Srivastava
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© Snehil Srivastava
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