She taught me everything I know and scared dad away whenever he was angry with me.
She worried about what I ate, she kept nagging about it and made me look like fool if I retorted back.
She cuddled me at night, when I was afraid of all the noises the bugs made.
She was killed by those gun people, and taken away, when I was only a cub.
I miss her warmth, her care,her fur; I miss my mother.
This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.
She worried about what I ate, she kept nagging about it and made me look like fool if I retorted back.
She cuddled me at night, when I was afraid of all the noises the bugs made.
She was killed by those gun people, and taken away, when I was only a cub.
I miss her warmth, her care,her fur; I miss my mother.
This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.
Great twist as usual. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks bhai. :)
Deletehmm.. a mother is a mother, in whichever form :) nice one!
ReplyDeleteThanks Priya :)
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