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I felt so bad upon not being missed
I felt it so much when forehead was kissed
Hand was hold firmly and patted on the back
I really came to original world and turned to thank

Mom was silently watching me in disgust
She had enough of attachment and trust
I thought she ought to have known about 
But I had thought something else about fall out

She read plain eagerness and anxiety eyes
I was not aware of pale and sullen face
It was speaking of all things as to what had transpired
I was to be questioned on this count without being fired

She was mother and knew all about internal feelings
She imagined how it may have disastrous killings
She wanted to take me to corner and offer advice
When she held my hand firmly I felt it so nice

I am not hard person or having stone face
Any body could play with my sentiments at ease
I had never entered into fray for such type of act
I had miserably failed and this was only real fact

If it was not the mother then who else could offer me
solace?
I couldn’t have experienced such pleasure even in palace
It was return of whole universe and her fingers proved
When my head in hairy concentration felt it kindly moved
  
It was easing my head and exciting all nerves
It was opening all doors as ready to express and serve
I was sinking in another world to miss it at once
I was awakened all of sudden and had little glance

I could think of mother as global figure along with other
females
Were they not the lovable for all mankind especially for
males?
What happens if some one deserts you at the last moment?
Not complete female race can be associated for unkind
movement

My temper was slowly receding and realizing the substance
No one should condemned or hated at once
To love and being loved is entirely different
This can be seen with eyes and is always apparent 


She may be in my mind with slight different position
As I have believed in reality and not in any superstition
If she has something in mind for me in particular
It won’t be held back and felt as similar 

I had not lost or in fact missed nothing
I am in possession of it as precious thing
No could convince me of divine message
Love is only to reach Him with smooth passage
Posted: 2011-02-14 11:51:57 UTC

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