mother,
i broke your heart
i made you cry.
was that why
you didn’t say goodbye
before leaving?
if buckets of tears
could compensate—
but it’s too late.
and now i walk
the path you walked.
if you had wanted revenge
just to let me know
how it hurts
you have it.
it’s my turn to cry, mother.
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Nice poem... Touching :-} But do you really think it's revenge?
very personal.. the kinds you can't really comment upon. i cud relate to these words..
Deep, ambogious! Deeper than ocean-depth!
Ambiguous!
Ambiguous!
Ambiguous!
Ambiguous! :-)
Ambiguous! :-P indeed
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A lungchhiatthlak hle mai. But, our sweetest songs are those that tell of our saddest thoughts...
@Zaia, a ni khop mai.
Didn't see this before. But I think I know what you're referring to and I'm so sorry. Guess history has a way of repeating itself, doesn't it? Or life coming full circle. A big hug, mesjay, and I'm sure your mother's spirit watches over you with great love and compassion.
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