I Forget

 

Yes, each soul finds a place

In all the cases

Where there is safe refuge

And the mother has a heart so huge.

 

What else we want?

Where she can’t

Refuse the wish of child

And put her hand so mildly over the head.

 

“Sleep baby, sleep,” she may gently say

Don’t go far away

I worry for your safe arrival

I am a poor human individual.

 

Such were her words

That makes me look back

I am grown up now

But her eyes appear now and often.

 

She is no more

But still I adore

Her tolerance and patience

Very so beautiful and at parlance.

 

I want my days back

And stack

Claim in her lap

Even after getting her mild tap on back.

 

I forget my pain

And maintain

Same position

With weeping condition.