Friday, December 18, 2009

My Mother (Scene -2)

As I have written for my father....now its time to write for my beloved Mom......and i am writing about her in my own style
This one is for u Mom :
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I was unable to open my eyelids,
She touched me with eternal Love.
I cried for getting more attention,
She took me up and fed me up.
It was the first time when I touched her,
And that MIDAS TOUCH gave me MY MOTHER
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When I was tired and wanted a sleep,
She sang some lorees to let me deep.
When I made my sides so wet,
She exchanged the side of bed.
She always wants me to sleep tight,
No matter if it costs her awaken night.
Who is she? Not GOD but MY MOTHER.
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When I reached the age for School,
She woke up before as an indefatigable tool.
She dressed me up and taught me lesson,
It was fun for me ,for her it was Passion.
Now,She made me capable to rule the way,
One Life is too short for me to pay.
She is my first TEACHER :MY MOTHER.
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She have beaten me when i have stolen toffees,
She punished me a lot for my studies,
Once I saw as I never before,
Beating me - Hurts her more.
She always wants to see my shining face,
So I am Lucky as I have complete pack of ACE.
She is my basic mentor,MY MOTHER.
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As I am growing up and up in a row.
She is dreaming for my tomorrow.
She wants me to Be the SUN,
Lightening the world, spreading love potion.
She taught me, How to look gems of life,
With taking care of OIL DROPS of my side.
Who is She? My Coach, MY MOTHER.
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It is impossible for me to describe her in words,
My whole life is too short to describe her.
I always heard that God can't be everywhere,
So to take care of us He made MOTHER.
For me , My GOD is MY MOTHER.
I don't know what god actually means
Most Probably, MY MOTHER.
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(LOVE YOU MOM)

24 comments:

  1. awwww datz so cute akki!! =)

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  2. This is really nice work bro........

    jst a few typos... :P

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  3. hmmmmmmmmmmm very nice anku................

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  4. heart toching
    superb
    tumari mom to sun k bahut khus ho gyi hogi.........../////

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  5. Actually maine abhi tak apni mom ko ye sunaai nai hai.....sharam aati hai

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  6. I don't know wat to say abt u,u r awesome.Really it is mindblowing.keep on writing,wagerly waiting for ur book.

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  7. guru picha rahe gaya chela agge nikal gaya.shabash baut badhia

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  8. Superb lines Aakrishit...awesome work pal........

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  9. Brother U Put Ur Heart Here In The Lines ... Appreciated U A Lot ... Its So Beautiful Yaar ...

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  10. dese r nt few lines in rhyms....dese r lyns straight frm d heart..seriously cant comment nethng

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  11. hey that's a superb poem
    well it will be too less to describe it in words my tears will best describe it(which is there in my eyes)
    love u dear and ur creations

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  12. u kn i m cursing u ryt now as u din gv me ur blog adrs earlier. i wnt 2 b frst prsn to cmnt on dis. u kno u ppl r vry luky s u r hvin ur mom wd u ihv lost my mom n i m missng her missng her alot.
    love u mom, wrevr u r i'l lv u frevr.

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  13. u r vry luky s u cn write ur feelngs in wrds i wnt to like u i wnt to write like u n i wnt my mom like urs. never hurt ur mom dera

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  14. akki is post k earlier cmnt me mera dp displ nhi ho ra hai

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  15. lajabab likhe ho ji
    ham shabdo se bata nahi sakte aapko kitna achha laga hai ye humko

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  16. Neha - I knw wat u feels we u c sm1 wid him/her mom.....waise sad q hoti hai, jab bi sad ho mujhe yaad kar lena hasi aa hi jayegi....

    Minti - google uncle se pooch k batata hu

    Pankaj - to kaise bata sakte ho????

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  17. i m realy vry lky to hav u wid me
    smtym i wnder hw u tak evrythin so lyt how u manage to smyl al d tym n i hv lrnt a lot frm u
    wen i talk to u,chat wid u,walk wid u i forget ery pain of ma lyf. god dint giv me ma mom bt thanfuly he hs given me u as my bst bdy who nvr left me alone.
    tnks fr bng so nice to me.

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