Diary of a dying Mom

Diary of a dying Mom

A Poem by sweta'karman'
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A heartfelt definition of truth as described by a mom to her son....

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                                                       Diary of a dying mom!!!!!!        

Few days are left when I would leave the vale of tears but with me the hopes I bored, the care and affection I poured, the love I defined to my son will remain here with him…………………………………………………………………………….

One day my son asked,” Mom what is truth?” Seeing his glimmering eyes and honey filled smile, I replied:

Truth is that every flower meets her doom,

With a joy that she will again bloom.

Truth is that the leaves of this tree will fall,

With a hope to make a new green call.

Truth is that this day will go dark,

With a benison to bathe in spark.

Truth is that u will grow and so will I

And after sometime u may talk to Thy.

Truth is that u will be alone and bereft,

Standing in the lurch calling my name.

Truth is that I will take u in my lap, hold u in my arms

And

 When u will open your eyes nothing will be the same.

Truth is that love remains in the air

 And there is only one thing to care:

“Truth is the stair leading to extreme,

With every step hinged to supreme.

So no matter what and when and how

You will live like an angel let us vow.”

                                                                          

© 2011 sweta'karman'


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when she recognized death coming, life of senses took over .

Posted 12 Years Ago


this was truly meaningful and had such a moral touch to itself!

Posted 12 Years Ago


Powerful, emotional read. Written so well

Posted 12 Years Ago



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Added on December 27, 2011
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sweta'karman'
sweta'karman'

kanpur, India



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I am a writer,who writes and writes and go on writing till the end for two specific reasons:first to placate my inner being who is also a writer and second to go back in times whose moments are frozen.. more..

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