Dear Mom,
I look into your eyes and I feel Reposed, after a day full of Rat Race and Frail, after living up to the Worldly Play.
I look into your eyes and I feel Secure, and I just know that with you is the best place I can be.
I look into your eyes and I feel Loved, the depth that no other person's could sum up to,
I look into your eyes and I feel at Home, I can be myself and I just know you will not ask why?
I look into your eyes and I feel Cultured, the reason for which shows in myself when I look into the Mirror of My Conscience
If I'm The Pot, then you are The Potter and I have no regret in saying this that you've shaped me the right way!
"Thank You" is just an Understatement!...
Your Son! :)
subbu...
ReplyDeleteThe poem is such a fine artistic reflection of your actual thought. As pure as the river ganga...as innocent as a growing child...as sensitive as a "touch me not plant" !
i hve developed love for these set of lines by which you have graced your blog!
keep them coming da..you have earned a follower and a true an :)
Thanks a lot di. I'm actually checking all these now. hahaha. Geez, I need to write some more. Will do that soon :)
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