Thursday, 19 September 2013

I still remember...

Mum's bedtime story
Dear Lord Krishna steals butter
Inspired, I steal too

Inspired, I steal too
Like Yashodha in story
Ah! Mumma smile too

Ah! Mumma smile too
She draws me close and kisses
I still remember


PS: The moment I saw this prompt... My mind recalled this incident. I should have been two years old. I don’t know. But strangely, I still remember that day... my mother’s smile and her loving kiss... Ah! Why I grew up, I wonder!

20 comments:

  1. Awww I thought of Krishna too but couldn't put words to it. Very well done!

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    1. Ha! Butter reminds most of us of Lord Krishna...
      In my case, its always my mother and this incident..

      Thanks a lot :)

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  2. Absolute delight to read this..my mom would almonds and sugar..very nostalgic..and a cascade..my favourite Satya..

    RS

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    1. Thanks a lot sir...
      I am all smiles!!!

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  3. I like the climax of this - a nice progression!

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  4. Nice memories to hold on to forever!!

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    1. Yes madam...
      that would make our life a sweet song!

      Thanks a lot :)

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  5. Your cascading haiku falls so effortlessly and rhythmically just like Jog Falls. Grow up , one has to but for a mother a child is always a child.

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  6. love this spontaneous flow.....very nice.. :)

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  7. Wow ... this is probably one your best that I have read ... so sweet and full of love :-)

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