this is for my dearest kathy...someday you made me feel brave...and look at me how brave i have become...
Neither I was old enough to understand
Now,
When I remember that time
I find myself foolish
My mother says I was innocent
Fourteen I was
Playing with my cycle
My mother asked me to call for my elder sister
Said your father is sick
I roamed around and went to her house
When I saw her crying
Then I realized something bad has happened
A trace of blood on his cough
My mother's red eyes
She might have cried too
But she was smiling at me
And I was happy
Siren of an ambulance
"momy momy momy" as I translated it's sound
It's not funny anymore
I waited for him to come back
With the same smiles he had
When he used to be so proud of my achievements
I was sure,
Nothing bad is going to happen
And that day I made his favorite dish
Packed it and went with my sisters to meet
She started to cry in the taxi
My heart was a little restless
And when I went there
He smiled and I started to cry
Never thought he would be so skinny
Never expected it will happen to my dad
The one who fought in world war
The one whom The Great Britain said Captain Abir Pun
Then suddenly I became his brave girl
Holding his hand and making promises
I will keep my mother happy
I will secure good marks in board exam
I will make you proud.....................
Now, when I am asked
What does your father do?
I say,
Oh! He might be playing cards with god
Or teasing angels in the heaven...
Telling them
Look, see that young brave girl
That is my daughter....
Poetry by uma
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Written on 2008-05-31 at 13:51
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moments to remember....
I was not that youngNeither I was old enough to understand
Now,
When I remember that time
I find myself foolish
My mother says I was innocent
Fourteen I was
Playing with my cycle
My mother asked me to call for my elder sister
Said your father is sick
I roamed around and went to her house
When I saw her crying
Then I realized something bad has happened
A trace of blood on his cough
My mother's red eyes
She might have cried too
But she was smiling at me
And I was happy
Siren of an ambulance
"momy momy momy" as I translated it's sound
It's not funny anymore
I waited for him to come back
With the same smiles he had
When he used to be so proud of my achievements
I was sure,
Nothing bad is going to happen
And that day I made his favorite dish
Packed it and went with my sisters to meet
She started to cry in the taxi
My heart was a little restless
And when I went there
He smiled and I started to cry
Never thought he would be so skinny
Never expected it will happen to my dad
The one who fought in world war
The one whom The Great Britain said Captain Abir Pun
Then suddenly I became his brave girl
Holding his hand and making promises
I will keep my mother happy
I will secure good marks in board exam
I will make you proud.....................
Now, when I am asked
What does your father do?
I say,
Oh! He might be playing cards with god
Or teasing angels in the heaven...
Telling them
Look, see that young brave girl
That is my daughter....
Poetry by uma
Read 765 times
Written on 2008-05-31 at 13:51
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