A Soul Song For My Mother, Mom!

A Soul Song For My Mother, Mom! short poem

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Read it slowww-lyy,
Here I am loneee-lyy,
Writing a song for my mother Mom.
Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Beautiful days, dull sunrays,
The time is fleeting like tides and waves.
Far from home, living alone,
writing a song for my mother mom!
Read it slow-ley,
Here I am lon-ley,
Sitting in a park, writing in the dark,
pouring my pain, in search to become happy again
She likes to cook, I love to write a book
she does it for me, I do it for her.
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Over the land, near the bank,
She thinks of me and I think of her
We are together bound
but time turned our lives all around with a lament sound.
Read it slowly; my mother mom is lovely
she sleeps there in the wintry nights
and in the summer cries,
waiting for the day we meet again
And I will be happy again.

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Nakul Grover loves reading urdu poetry of Ghalib, Mohmmad Iqbal, and Jagjeet Singh. He is currently living in Chennai, Tamil Nadu..
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