I never new the taste of death...
Till it knocked at my door
Till my mother was called by the Sender himself...
He chose such a far off place to snatch my m..o..t..h..e..r
We can never hold those hands...
we can never provoke her...
we can never tease her...
Leaving us alone ...
she left us, as she wished without any suffering...
no bedridden life, no carelessness, No neglect by near and dear..
Without giving a chance to her Dear ones
to see her last moments and her self
she left just like that...
In her sound sleep..
With out any pain..
Every body tells she is lucky..
May be she is...
I am a simple man, am not able to think that spiritually..
Because SHE is my M..O..T..H..E...R...
Time may heal my wound in the depth of my heart..
Oh God , She is in your hands...
Nothing more to pen...
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Nothing more to pen...
I understand your pain brother...I lost my father 15 years back...
I need to contact you. Please send me your e-mail id to sivaoncall@gmail.com
Anyway ...you pen down it ....!
I understood..it was so painful..
And always be proud of your mother my brother.
I guess you will want to add a facebook button to your site. Just bookmarked this blog, however I must make it by hand. Simply my suggestion.
Certain wounds will never heal....
I'm proof for that....
The loss is a loss.
The only way to tide over it is to understand the fact that there is no one in this world exempted from death! Accept it. This is the rule of nature.
ജനനത്തിന്റെയും മരണത്തിന്റെയും ഇടയ്ക്കുള്ള വളരെ ചുരുങ്ങിയ ഒരു കാലഘട്ടമാണ്.. ജീവിതം എന്ന് പറയുന്ന സാധനം...ചുരുക്കി പറഞ്ഞാല് ജനനത്തില് നിന്നും മരണത്തിലേക്കുള്ള നാള്വഴി...
dear bloggers,
oru paattu kadamedukkuvaanu...
"sooryanaayi thazhukiyunarththumen achchanayaanennikkishtam....njaanonnu karayumbol..ariyaathe ....
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