Lekhny composition -02-Nov-2022
Parents
I miss my parents and the rain showered, when the last day they smiled.
I had a photo but I often crave and act like child in a bed to see that smile.
After donkey ears, I cry my heart shed tears but my eyes has dried , since then lovely rain hasn't returned.
I often go out in the night and wish a falling stars to bring your news to me at least.
I still remember my father would beat the drum of discipline and punctuality.
My mother would become Krishna and her voice flute would pull me towards her from anywhere.
My father churned me brought out the best better version of me.
Though father I would like to skip the training and hope you yell.
As your yell was a ringing bell that showed me direction when needed.
Though the bell stil hang and ring but sometimes it becomes a drag like your silly demand.
Mother has become my everything , she became my krishna and I was her Arjun.
She was gentle and never showed anger thought her raised pointed finger tells everything.
My mother was beautiful that even Shachi would be jealous of her.
She accepted and enjoyed my play and mistake and with a hammer broke my crime or even thought.
She was my first smile , my lamp my lighters now she left, I think I lost half of the words from dictionary.
What my pen can say more ?
Amir
05-Nov-2022 05:19 PM
very nice
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Nagma khan
04-Nov-2022 12:43 PM
Great
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Renu
03-Nov-2022 12:09 PM
👌👌🌺
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