Love Poem: A Letter To My Mom
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Written by: Swairik Das

A Letter To My Mom

To my dear Mom,
I’m writing this letter
A lone entreaty to forgive my sins
So far what I misdemean and you wept mutely
Yet you never moaned and you never whomped
All the way you consoled by the warmth of your essence
Today and every moment I miss your presence.
All the love and care you gave me through yesteryears
At your old age, I feel so ashamed I am so far…
So far - I can’t even see your smiles and wipe your tears. 

You who brought me to this humankind
And I made it going by my naughty mimes
You smiled and laughed 
Every action of mine.
I used to cry and there was no such reason to
Yet you wiped my tears 
And fend for the cause.
I used to crawl and tried to walk by my own 
I felt down and you eased my pain
And hold me to arouse. 
I used to wonder and tried to babble what I meant
Yet you took so earnestly 
And today I am speaking your tongue
For you reverentially. 
I was living with no yips
Now life has become so ignorant 
That I miss those warmth and bosom 
Holding your hand until I slept.  

I brabbled yet you palisaded
You kept numb and I hollered
Over lil’issues those were puniness. 
I kvetched and you tolerated 
Yet you guided me and I erred
Thence I confounded yet you were my shadow
Lonely I kept numb. 
You taught me to face the inhumanity
And you let me free to live severally 
And today when I face such reality
I just close my eyes
I pray for you to be beside me. 

I shared with you first time
The day when I fumbled in love 
You held me upon your cynosure
And taught me n’er to lose patience. 
Like a friend you always supported
And like a pal I accompanied you by my harebrained acts
Like a soul you remained in my heart
An eternality in a new friendly relationship
Sweet-talked along lifetime. 

Today I feel so ashamed, am nowhere beside you
But you are there all with those memories –
I know you too think me beside you
Turning back the pages of my childhood album
You still cry and smile on my naked snaps.

I promise you that I will come soon
And paint those memories once again
This time I’ll abide you and scold you,
And will listen to your complains
Thence I will assure you how much I care for you.

Oh Ma!! I miss those gleeful days
And I miss your presence
Though you are in my heart and every word I speak today
Yet I miss your guidance. 
I will keep my promise
But today allow me to stop here
Yet I penned every word
Few letters which are missing
Will share with your presence.
With love…your son.