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I wish I could share some time with my mother,
But why does time change like weather.
My mother seems no more mine,
She has become a professional so fine.
I wish to sit by her and listen to her lullabies,
I wish I could get her shoulder to cry.
I find myself only with my shadow,
I wish we could Iie together on the soft grass of the green meadow,
And watch the clouds of time sailing by,
I try to freeze them but they are too far and too high.
The flying time is out of my reach ,
I just want her back,
But she too is held captive by demand’s leash.
The feeling of loneliness is piercing through me,
I wish she was just a little free.
A little free to spend some time with me,
I went out of her daily life for a year.
But that span snatched away my dear.
My place has been taken up by her profession,
Now there is no place for my need of attention .
Now when I am back home,
I find myself out of the family picture.
I am like a well acquainted stranger.
Everyone has moved on,
No one is nostalgic of the good old days gone.
I guess I need to move on too,
And accept the fact,
With time people change and so do their timetables,
Life is not always smooth like the stories of Aesop’s fables.

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Angshumi Dutta


Delhi ,  INDIA

Positive thinking is what I believe in....because we are what we believe.An ardent admirer of nature and a lover of literature.I live in Assam and I am a student of Ramjas college, Delhi University.I believe life is like a canvas. It looks dull and empty but if  we splash all the colours we have ,on it.... It becomes a master piece!!

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