I have been stressed lately;
From homework and assignments given daily ,
Day and night ,
Sitting by the light.

Over that my mother shouts at me ,
And tells me everything i dont see,
I yelled at her and told her to go away
And told I'd rather pass without her a day

She stood there with utter silence,
I was glad ; at least she stopped her violence
I cant live with her expectations
Which she puts in every conversation

A night passed and we didnt talk ;
Part of me had the guilt , part of me wanted to mock,
Morning came ; she kept breakfast on plate,
She left a note , saying she would come late

I walked on street and bumped into a stranger,
"Sorry " the words came out of mouth without anger
He said sorry too, and we walked our way
It was not something usually to my mom I'd say

At the school , my teacher taught a 'lesson',
Forgiving everyone is a blessin',
At that moment , i thought of last night ,
With pure guilt , the words i said of fright,

To a stranger i don't know , i talk too nice,
But to my own mother, whom i know, i talk lies,
Its funny, to show a other person for a bubble period , we act all good,
But to our loved ones, we act all rude,

I thought of buying her favorite flowers ,
Bluebells, just like her ardent spirit , picked from the bower
I reach home with a smiling face,
Feeling sorry for the mistake i made

I waited for her but she didn't come,
Then suddenly my phone buzzed with a ringtone,
It was my mom, she said 'was i fine?'
Tears came down running when i heard that line

'She said, she loved me and cared for me more than anything'
In a crying tone , she hung the phone
I cried and asked ,what happened?
Why do you sound, so scared and frightened ?

At that night ; my mom never came ,
Bluebells dried; i sat in tame
The next day , a flashing news appeared
Terrorists hijacked the building my mom worked

To talk to me, were her last words,
My bluebells dried, i regretted every word i cursed,
Tears came draining from my eyes
I never got to say sorry to my mom that day by

We dont realise the value of something until its gone
I stoll buy bluebells and wait for her at the doorway long
Hoping that one day, she would bump into me, like a stranger,
But she will be a stranger i know!

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Wahhhh! It was such a long poem and sad , we should respect our loved ones , even if there are differences , we should make up and try to talk to them , you never know what happens and when the your moments turn into memories.....
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