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MET MYSELF NEAR A LEMON TREE

Poetry By: Pratibha
Editorial and opinion



This poem-story is aimed for our teenagers to learn from our experiences and NOT to commit the same mistakes as we did and it INVITES all of you to SHARE your ideas on DE-STRESSING...
It also incorporates 3 challeges in this -
1. Laurel - the cover snap of a Mom and a child - a place called heaven is in a MOM's lap...
2. Jessica's - Fav colour = orange and theme= Joy and
3. Kitkat123 = Fav colour orange and 3 words - Sunshine, restaurant and Baseball...
I have divided this poem-story into 2 parts so that no one falls asleep in between a long poem-story...
I wish i could write "SHORT" and sweet entries...may be next birth...LOL...

Please do share your ideas and opinions on De- stressing....


Submitted:Sep 10, 2008    Reads: 507    Comments: 41    Likes: 8   


I found myself sleeping soundly in my Mom's lap...oblivious of future...
I found myself playing with orange, vibrant, naughty sunshine in my Mom's garden...amidst the bed of roses and chrysanthemum...alt
I found myself following Mom in every room holding her Saree...

I found myself snoring under my favourite lemon tree...the lemons with awesome aroma taking away all my anxiety...

alt

I found myself figuring out a way for climbing a mango tree in Grandpa's garden...

alt

And then running for life when a bunch of monkeys did not like that idea...
I found myself fighting with my kid sister and then repenting till today...
I found myself leading my cousins and sister through a plan to steal guavas from Mr Krishnamurthy's garden...
I found myself growing up and forgetting all these tiny weeny pleasures...
And getting entangled in false interpretation of love through loads of Mills and Boons...
I found myself as a wife, a mother and amidst loads of turmoil...wondering restlessly in a restaurant...
Even though I have revived my soul through my son's childhood...still how much of my worries am I dumping on him subconsciously...how much??
I found myself thinking whether the orange sun could come and play with my son as his baseball...to take away any trace of negativity from his life... alt
I need to change myself ...I have always known that, tried that and failed...
I want to give up, and stop trying to be a super woman...
I am dead already...lost already...whom are you searching for in my dead body...??




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