Vijay Rimal Poet ABC

Dream of Mum

When I was born
Mom and dad were happy
With the hope 
One day my son will be a man 
That was the wish of my Mom  
Gradually I am climbing on tender age
To understand right or wrong
In between unfortunately passed Mom 
From that day   
I found myself in the middle of scoundrel 
And deprived from nominal amenities
Whose motive was to out me from their sight
Might be my instinct was strong 
And my goal was to be a man 
Gradually on the wheel of time
Days, months, years passed
During those days, months, years
Was very die hard time 
In the ocean of up and downs
From my genius hard work 
Rewarded a perfect person 
Finally I became a man
If my mom was alive 
She must be proud with her son
To say my son became a man!
Unfortunately she is not ……..

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