when I was in VI standard, our English teacher told us dat V'Day is all about showing ur love to the persons u love most in dis world... I remember dis nd dedicate my poem, in the simplest words possiblem, to the person I love the most in dis world... my maa.... read this... and tell ur maa dat hw much u love her... it doesn't matter if its V'day or Mothers Day... its about loving her....:)
I don’t remember my first steps
Neither have I remembered the first word I said
I don’t remember how you looked at me when I smiled first
Neither have I remembered how it felt when you held me first
I don’t remember how I reacted when you called my name first time
Neither have I remembered how I felt when you kissed me first
I remember…
I remember the way you hugged me
When I won my first trophy
I remember the pain in your voice
When I had a fracture
I remember watching the hope in your eyes
When I was going to take my first Boards
I remember watching you trying to stop your tears
When I was leaving for the hostel first time
I remember the warmth of your hands
When you touched my head as I touched your feet
Thank you maa…
For making me a part of yours
LOVE YOU...
February 11, 2010 at 7:00 PM
sir, aapne bahut accha likha hai.......nicely chosen words
February 11, 2010 at 7:58 PM
thanx buddy...:)
February 11, 2010 at 8:24 PM
nice work man...
didn't knew can write too...
good work
February 12, 2010 at 6:27 AM
mast likha hai yaar.....nice thoughts....
February 12, 2010 at 7:37 AM
awesum....its really vry nyc...i almost got tears in ma eyes...waise 5th standard me kisne btaya tha ye?
February 12, 2010 at 7:55 AM
Thanx...
5th nhi 6th mein...
Anju Kohli ma'am, English...:)
February 13, 2010 at 12:48 AM
jo bhi likha hai bahut accha likha hai... :P
February 13, 2010 at 4:41 AM
February 13, 2010 at 4:43 AM
nice poem man.. well done.. evokes similar memories in lots of us...
just a couple of small corrections which i felt could have made it better:
"Neither have I remembered how it felt when you hold me first"
Thought it should be held instead of hold..
"leaving for the hostel first time" sounds a bit colloquial dont u think?
Looking forward to reading more such beautiful works :)
February 13, 2010 at 6:15 AM
thanx Amal for d correction...
as far as "leaving for the hostel" is concerned.. I just thought of the scene when my mom came to say me good bye on station...
nd I don't think that there is anything formal with ur mom, ur best friend...:)
February 13, 2010 at 9:30 AM
sir aapne jo bhi likha hai bahut mast likha hai... :P
first few lines r very true... :)
March 8, 2010 at 10:05 AM
Aapki poem acchi hai ji..:)
Bas thode sawaal uthe zehen main to puch raha hun, kripaya karke vastavikta ko dhyaan main rakh kar iska uttar dijiyega.....
Jahan tak main soch sakta hun wahan tak aapki mata ji aapko kabhi akele nahi utha payi hongi, size dekha hai aapne apna..baat karte hain ..kuch bhi
aur haan ye starting main mujhe yaa nahi hai ki rat kyun laga rakhi hai
ek din pehle yaa kia hua answer yaa nahi rehta , aap bachpan ki baat karte hain... kuch bhi...hain kuch bhiii......
March 8, 2010 at 10:12 AM
Jokes apart.........Very nice lines expressing your feelings buddy [:-)]. Hope these feelings remains in your heart forever and also the respect and love for your mother that you have rite now..Even a lot more than that...
[:-)]
Keep Writing sir ji..So that persons like me and others can also learn from you...
[:-)]
March 22, 2010 at 10:15 AM
Very truely nimi...
How time changes....kal jab ham chote the aur hamari baat koi nhi samajh pata tha...tab sirf ek hasti thi jo hamare toote foote alfaaz bhi samajh jati thi...aur aaj hum mein se kai log ye kehte hain:
Aap nhi samajhti..
Aap nhi jaanti...
Aap ki baatein mujhe nhi samajh aati..
we shud respect this honourable personality..
SAKHT RASTON ME BHI AASAN SAFAR LAGTA HAI,
YE MUJHE MERI MAA KI DUAON KA ASAR LAGTA HAI,
EK MUDDAT SE MERI MAA NHI SOYI JAB,
MAINE KAHA.."MAA MUJHE DARR LAGTA HAI"....
Luv u maa....