When the storm raged
Fell the trees,
Lightening struck
And cloud burst,
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Thank yu for ur comment on my mother in the chariot. read at once your mothers stay forever...... i tried more than 10times to send my comment below ur poem. but i could not. poemhunter has difficulties.. i could not open. so i m sending my comment here. As I grew old, her morning chants woke Me from deep slumber, and I lingered in bed Listening to her footsteps… reassured. Looking back, when life threw some difficult tests I had learnt to anchor myself in my breath. Now there are no sari folds But what she told Guides me through highs and lows. after reading ur poem i was in tears. tears were falling down..... so many diamond drops.. i can simply imagine how u stood there behind her saree. i too did it as a child. morining chants of ma. i too heard it...... my mother could sing very well and dance too. a pure person. learing to anchor myself....... i dont know whether i succede in it. your poem is full of emotions....... a loving child can imagine all that. i see my mother in the coffin....... how i cried then.... even today she lives in me........ so true. mothers do not go..... they stay. thank u Mamta. gave u 10
My warm wishes too... for the lovely lady in your life.