Shivaji Pandhare Poet Prose Poetry

To Mother

To mom –                                                  

Dear mom………

For love my every tear

Outcasted, conspirated  humiliated to bear

They are creator of this scene

On this platform at midnight

My agony my misery

Even in lighted room can not grasp

Fumble like blind for fact

Nothing conspicuous in litracy

Then why mourn for blindness

Even walking with sophisticated modesty

Nothing relevant happens.

So I tried to smother my hopes, my dreams first.

Dear mother…..

Now who will caress my head to calm down

Those burning thoughts

Creator of show more impatient to show

Us pitiable and humiliated.

More pathetic

And whose who morbid audience

Sobbing with kerchief for this great mischief

To forget next moment

If barred to show scars and signs of twitched

Heart with mental war

Deep deep heart is enough to express all

We are so wise and genius to review this plight

And measure the wounds of rape in solitude

Now this phenomenal lonliness

Soothing itself with words

Nobody hear my this lunatic monolouge

Would  i

Overcome it without you?

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Poet Destroyer A February 21, 2016 at 3:50 PM deep write. LINDA

Skat A January 24, 2016 at 3:04 PM shivaji, a tender letter to share. I'm moved by the words you pour from your heart. Always **SKAT**

Pandita Sietesantos January 24, 2016 at 2:46 PM Hi Shivaji, this sad tribute to your mother tore at my heart! While I am so thankful that my own mother is still alive, I understand the pain you feel at the loss of your mother! She is irreplaceable! Excellent write, my friend! Pandita

Shivaji Pandhare January 23, 2016 at 11:23 PM yes very sad she had always many real stories to tell me and now her told stories remains in my heart in silence i assume as if she is telling her stories in her own voice maybe she wants write it and publish it as book.