A Mom's Tale....

by Manoj Barman

Has anybody seen my son?
He loves fishing
Very naughty but yet sweet and young.
To the sea shore, his small foot runs
Tell him his mom is waiting at home
And ask him where he has gone.

Since morning, the season was deform
Now the fisherman says
The sea had struggle the storm
Then where my son has gone
I'm worried a lot
Is he lose midway of the storm

Please somebody go and find him
He is a small child
And don't know even how to swim?

He never being so late
The evening sky buried
Today, will he come home safe?

Please somebody go and find him soon
Sun has completely been set
And about to glance up the moon
Tornado is now begin to move round
My child is still missing
And poor people from the village run around

Perhaps, he is angry me from!
So, he is trying to scare his mom
Now your mom is being tired
Please son come back home.........

















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Manahill Naik

Manahill Naik

August 2, 2015 - 13:14 I won't deny that u could easily improve some parts in this poems but the idea and the concept is so beautiful that I helplessly have to add it in my faves list.. keep up :)
Manoj Barman

Manoj Barman

August 2, 2015 - 17:46 thnx Manahil and especially a thnx to add it in your faves list.:)
Manahill Naik

Manahill Naik

August 3, 2015 - 13:43 i had to.. u deserve it man :)
P'yonce Knowmore

P'yonce Knowmore

August 2, 2015 - 13:22 What a wow poem...it's good that you're telling a story through poetry I like that... thumbs up
Manoj Barman

Manoj Barman

August 2, 2015 - 17:49 thnk u ...
sheelsdevi

sheelsdevi

August 2, 2015 - 19:35 A very sad reminder of the apprehension of a parent who is forever worried about her offspring. You brought that apprehension alive through your soulful writing.. more than fear it sounded to me as anticipation.well done.
Manoj Barman

Manoj Barman

August 3, 2015 - 06:19 thank you so much....
mackdonnut

mackdonnut

August 4, 2015 - 07:04 in case a true story...let us be more responsible in taking care of our children,,,blame not the child for he is innocent, blame yourself...

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