The feeling of warm hand
The feeling of home
I remember at night when
She used to come and hug me close
If i was burning with fever
Or running with cold
She would come to me
And hug me close
If I would merely shiver
Or just sigh in sadness
She would ask me, hold me
And hug me close
Now, if I am in pain
Or not able to talk
Burning with fever
Or even crying in cold
I look towards door
Hoping she would come
Ahh! Those were the days
And now I'm missing home..
11 Nov 23 , 2:11 am
To my mother