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Living with Abandoned Truths and Pleasant Lies
She left me, this mother mine
But chokes my whole world.
Leaves no place untouched
No moment unharmed
Stifles my thoughts
Nothing in me intact!
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Oh my perturbed mind!
Come with me to a realm
That’s beyond the intricacies
Of such lying truths or truthful lies.
Can’t I be me, just me?
A hardened adamant human
With a soft pliable heart
I forgive her, I’m kind.
One day, like other souls
Thus steering through life
Detached, stoic…solitary
I’ll carve a new meaning of life.
Within merciless treacheries
And unasked-for strife
That I never deserved
But I invariably derived.
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She left me, this mother mine
But fulfills my world, every cell
Thoughts of her warm up my heart
My life now content and complete.
No longing but peace!
Oh peace! Now peace is mine.
© Alka Girdhar
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My poem was inspired by the plight of a fellow blogger as he tried to search for his mother, in fact has been doing so for a long time now.
While it’s hard for a child to forgive one’s mother if she has deserted her baby or given up her child to others, but one can try. A child who has never seen his or her mother…needs to love one’s mother with unconditional heart, wherever she is near or far. After all, don’t most mothers love their child unconditionally anyway.