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The other day
when I was about to release the clutch,
a young lady was in a hurry –
walking briskly and running in between
Seeing her so anxious,
sensing some possible emergency
I moved slowly behind her
(to be some help if she looks for!).
After a few minutes and hundred feet further,
A kid of three to four years old
standing alone at the bus stop
she picked up, in her lovely eyes
I could see drops of tear…
My fear blew away, I changed the gear
and moved on to gain momentum,
but my mind
refused to accompany me,
got into reverse gear to reach my bygone year…
At the start of each vacation
when I returned home,
seeing from a distance mother rushed
to pick me up, I felt so shy,
I was by then stepping to my teens…
Mothers old or young
the off springs young or old,
hardly it matters:
The child is ever young,
Love, a melodious sweet song,
remains ever and ever young!
Mothers do not change,
time only wheels by
is that not very strange… |
