Letter from a mother to daughter ! - A poem

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I was in my teenage when I wrote this poem portraying a mother's love towards her daughter; where the mother struggled to find right words to express her feelings in a letter. It was easy for me to connect with the feelings as I saw my grandmother missing her daughter who lives abroad and hardly used to call her. 

And today, when people are locked in their houses and not able to meet each other in person, I again connect with the pain of a mother who misses her children. Whenever I read this poem, it always leave me thinking with deeper thoughts, but helps me having better understanding for human feelings and life. 

So here it is...

The three dots

A mother, from a long time,
Was hesitating in writing a letter to her daughter.
Here, everyone can imagine her untold feelings.
The wishes, she wanted to convey were still unexpressed.
Words were coming to her in chaos.

The paper was almost blank.
"Take care" was the last expression of her letter.
While decorating her that mode of love, she put a dot at the end.
What that single dot was doing there? 
Calling our her instant toughness, it was asking a question, 
'Why don't you miss your mother after marriage?'

A photograph of her little girl was next on the table.
Making her love to rush through her feelings.
And, she put another dot there.
The second dot was clearly showing,
that she wanted to write more there. 
Her pond of love was still untouched. 

As she tried to stop her tears from falling,
a drop fell on paper, and third dot was drawn there.
That dot, made her best wishes eternal. 
Three dots together means infinite. 
The mother's entire love was pondered in those three dots.
In that state of mind, her letter finished in those three dots...

Hope you enjoyed...

@BrownRadha



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