Son far away in another country,
Mother sitting alone in the house,
Whispers, 'take care Son
Do have fun, but don't play in the sun.
I'll be waiting here for you,
Let's just get this through.
Make sure you spend few,
But do enjoy the view!
I'll be waiting here for you,
And I know you'll do too'
The whispers travel through Air
And the birds that care,
Carry the message in pairs.
Passing on to the trees,
They smile and agree,
Blowing them with the breeze,
Over the seas.
The message reaches the son,
Though not clear,
It does appear.
The son gets emotional, and smiles,
And just like his mother,
He sings the message to the birds,
And let them send his word.
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Hi guys, I'm back home after the trip. I tried to express the feeling of a child as well as the mother ( as people always say that children leave their parents alone and go to another country). There are few who really care and few who don't.
Do comment your views on this poem! :-)
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Voice Of The Heart
PoetryThe place that I live, is inside my head. And the only place apart from that, is in a piece of paper. There's no in-between. | I think, you feel. I I write, you imagine. I I bleed, you heal.
