Saturday, January 31, 2009

MY STRENGTH

When I started to walk
She gave me her hand
And walked with me through the life
Form strand to strand

When I was afraid of something
He was always by my side
And on his tiny scooter
Every morning he gave me a lovely ride

When I went to school
She tied laces of my shoes
After getting her warm hugs
I forget all my woes

When I used to feel low
He made me feel grow
After telling him a lie
I always hide my face from pillow

When I cross the road
She was there to hold
What is right, what is wrong
Except her no one ever told

When I wanted to watch cinema
He brought me tickets
Everyday in the evening
Both of us played cricket

When I did something wrong
She gave me stern look
Taught me how to behave
And also taught me to cook

When I was nervous before exams
He gave me strength
Because of his faith in me
I topped in tenth

When I did things wrong
She gave me scolding
I wonder how she always knows
And sense the outward thing


When I was in confusion
He was a perfect solution
Always solved my doubts
And cleared my hesitation
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13 comments:

  1. RajJanuary 31, 2009 at 5:33 AM

    lovely poem yaar......
    awesome wordings and looks like u've been digging your thinking a lot..:)
    keep it up :)

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  2. ShilpaJanuary 31, 2009 at 5:47 AM

    this poem reflects the importance of uncle and aunty in your life...its a true feeling...
    everyone feels it but there r a few like u who can express it so clearly....
    keep it up....mail this poem to them too...

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  3. thecrusaderFebruary 1, 2009 at 10:15 AM

    how often do we take these actions by our parents as "for granted"...great that u can relive those memories and express them so-so beautifully...

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  4. Amit KumarFebruary 1, 2009 at 10:32 AM

    very nice yaar... Really gr8 effort.
    This poem is really very close to everyone's heart. I miss those days.Really parents care too much, nobody can that much care.
    luv u papa and mummy.

    GOD made a wonderful mother,
    A mother who never grows old;
    He made her smile of the sunshine,
    And He molded her heart of pure gold;
    In her eyes He placed bright shining stars,
    In her cheeks, fair roses you see;
    God made a wonderful mother,
    And He gave that dear mother to me.

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  5. AbhishekFebruary 2, 2009 at 6:53 AM

    a kid has explained what all she has been through her early years , nice :)
    how kiddish again :D

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  6. hackAlystFebruary 3, 2009 at 10:20 PM

    beautiful

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  7. Prakash156February 4, 2009 at 5:01 AM

    Hi Shilpi
    It's nice blog
    Keep up the good work

    Cheers
    Prakash
    Prakash156@gmail.com

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  8. UnknownFebruary 5, 2009 at 10:36 AM

    Beautifully written........

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  9. UnknownFebruary 8, 2009 at 10:47 AM

    nice yar...its really touching....
    miss u mummy and papa

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  10. UnknownFebruary 22, 2009 at 9:21 PM

    heylo....i m late..i regret it yaa.
    arey miss poetess,where u had hidden this talent of urs.i am surprised tht u had written all this. nd im realy elated tht u hv nt forgotten ur sketching. keep it up....gr888 job.
    luv yaa...

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  11. ridhiMarch 4, 2009 at 7:59 AM

    hi shilpi it is awesome n the poem about parents was fabulous seriously poem has all those things which we have really learned from our mummy and papa

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  12. DHEERAMay 30, 2009 at 3:49 AM

    very touching........hope u ll get all these blessings forever in your life

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  13. UnknownNovember 27, 2009 at 11:08 PM

    Hi!
    First poem to come across which mentions both the Mom and the Dad. Copying it without ur permission.

    Keep Writing :)

    aejeet

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