To a Very Special Person-My Mom

Over the fields,through the meadows,
I roam about with glee
My joy has no bound 
when you are close to me

When in my dreams, terror I see
I feel like wanting to cry and plea
but nothing do I ever dread
when you are close to me

I scamper about on the grounds 
whenever I am free
when I fall , I do not cry 
when you are close to me

When you call for studying
I reach at the count of three
I study very hard 
when you are close to me

I can strike the highest peak
I can swim in the deepest sea
I can reach even the moon
when you are close to me.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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A  Avatar
December 27, 2015 at 2:17 PM
LOVE IT
Mungekar Avatar
February 7, 2016 at 11:31 PM
Thanks a lot!
Sanders Avatar
July 28, 2011 at 5:10 AM
You are such a beautiful poet very good poetry
Mungekar Avatar
February 7, 2016 at 11:31 PM
Thank you very much Sean L. S.
Brown Avatar
July 18, 2011 at 4:34 AM
A warm welcome to PoetrySoup I offer to you Mrunmayi. I wish for you the best in your writing endeavors whatever they may be. May you find inspiration by reading some of the poetry written here by other poets. Read and comment on their's and they will return in kind. May the sun shine on you that you might find great joy in your life. Love and blessing always, Carol
Mungekar Avatar
July 27, 2011 at 12:06 PM
Thanks, Carol Have you posted any poems I want to read those
Mehta Avatar
July 17, 2011 at 7:18 PM
Nice tributes paid to your mom, a special person, Mrunmayi
Buchel Avatar
July 17, 2011 at 12:58 PM
How very lovely.... she must be a beautiful person. Every mom aspires to just that!
Suhail Avatar
July 17, 2011 at 7:13 AM
Mungekar... Sweet lovely poem dedicated to mom, Its pretty rhythmic too..
Villanueva Avatar
July 17, 2011 at 7:12 AM
a well-said love for a MOTHER - so sweet and romantic . . a mother's love is like GOD'S . .never-ending . . *-* junjun
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