A dream
Posted by Vikas Acharya on December 5, 2016Beautiful, Article Source: talkaholicme.wordpress.com
My mother died,
I cried, cried & cried,
She came home from somewhere,
And She had a heart stroke,
She dropped money, bag and her own self on the floor,
We all ran to notice that she is no more.
I sat beside her holding her hand,
My eyes were weeping as it was her The End,
The moment stopped & she talked to me in pain,
I asked her to stay but in vain,
She wished me for my future and I begged her to try,
She asked me to show everyone’s photographs in phone,
And I complied, suddenly I thought to show her even my guy,
But couldn’t in fear of What If She Denied,
What if I didn’t get time to console her & make her say yes,
I would lose at once both of my life’s.
I knew she is slowly dying and I talked to…
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