Memoirs of September

Dazzling days and radiating nights,
cool breeze and pigeons’ flights,
bring along her fond memories;
As if conjuring scenes into sight.

Drifting white clouds in the blue sky,
and staring star lit sky, by her side,
for the balances, praising the Almighty;
Satiating my senses sitting beside.

Her dropping voice and feeble ways,
compelled both to accept the hearsay,
every September offers me mementos;
Gazes and gestures of her last days.

By putting my head once on her lap,
woefully called to get out of her nap,
pleaded her to listen and to look at;
But trance didn’t allow and she wrapped.

Still longing for those talks, fairly long,
that still carries lingering effects along.
I still wait to listen, ” Is everything fine?”
And I still want to say, “I am fine, Mom.”

Copyrights reserved : DrNikhat Bano
New Delhi, India, 4/9/2015

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About Nikhat Bano

I am an ESP (English for Specific Purposes) Instructor by profession. I love to write romantic and spiritual poems and I find a great sense of relief after penning down my thoughts on paper. It has now become a passion for me and will continue as long as I live.

7 thoughts on “Memoirs of September

  1. Rashmi Malapur

    The care and love that a mother bestows on her child is unparalleled. For a mother her child is her world. For the child no one loves her like her mother. Such a wonderful poem Dr. Nikhat!!!

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    1. Nikhat Bano Post author

      Yes, Sunila K, these lines ate those last moments that were lived by me with my Mom, who later collapsed and admitted into ICU for a month. Those were the moments when she needed nothing else but nearness of her children. She somehow knew that she wasn’t going to live more. May the Almighty forgive her and give her highest place in heaven.

      Thanks for your sympathy dear!

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