WHEN MY PEN HAS STOPPED WOKING

I was approx thirteen,

When I started writing.

Since I have written about many things,

But this is the first time when my pen has stopped working.

Because today I am going to write about my world,

So this is very hard for me,

To define her in words.

She is my everything,

Who taught me to fly,

 Even without any wings.

Whenever I cry,

Tears come in her eyes.

Whenever I wail,

She feels my pain.

She is the one, whose place can’t be taken by any other,

 She is my mother.

She is my mother.

In rainy day whenever I need a support,

She comes and works like a raincoat.

Whenever I collide with anything at night,

She shows me direction as a light.

Now I have nothing to say,

And nothing to give her or repay,

Because she is my mother,

With whom my relation is 9 months more than any other.

 

Reviews

[Wajiha Nayeem]

thts so very true.....i love this..

[Anshuman Aryav]

thanks Wajiha

[Najam Us Saher]

Tears flow...you leave me with such an emotion after I read this poem, it was that well written.

[Anshuman Aryav]

thanks Najam..... your review in this creation conveys a message to me that i can also write something magical which make someone cry..
thank you so much.....

[Najam Us Saher]

You're most welcome.