Laying in the bed,
Listening to the voice of air.
I closed my eyes for hope,
Which has now fallen down from slope.
I asked my heart,
What is keeping me awake?
what is missing in life?
can I bring it back??
then I realized, I missed my mom’s voice,
I missed her hands caressing me.
I missed her bedtime stories.
I missed my mom.
In the daily hassles of my life,
I didn’t gave her attention.
I didn’t spent much of my time (with her)
Since I have became mature (enough).
I always wanted to tell her,
How much I love her.
But the chance didn’t arrived soon,
And i losed her like a shooting star.
I’m sorry maa,
sorry for bothering you.
sorry for not giving (you) attention
sorry for each and everything.