When I was born,
she was there with me.
When she died,
I wasn’t.
When I spoke the first time,
she was there with me.
When she spoke the last time,
I wasn’t.
When I found the strength to walk,
she was there with me.
When she lost her strength to walk,
I wasn’t.
When I had smile on my face,
she was there with me.
When she had tears in her eyes,
I wasn’t.
But only if I could
triumph over time.
Aita, I am sorry
I regret.
About National Poetry Writing Month : #NaPoWriMo is a creative writing project held annually in April in which participants attempt to write a poem each day for one month. This year in 2019 I attempt to complete this challenge of 30 poems in the month of April. Please keep reading and supporting. Wish me luck !
T h i n k. 
Such a sad poem. And yet, there is so much love.
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Isn’t it interesting how love maybe the reason for sadness but then it is also the reason for happiness.
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Indeed!
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