Mom who held my hand : Poem



When I entered in the world of imagination,

With a hope of finding new companion.



 I scrounged a lot but haven’t got,

That left me alone in the biggest pot.



 I made myself a creative zone that is all I have known

My heart just blossom with happiness but…



Then led to sudden darkness, 

All he said just fake precisely created a wall in the heart of my family, 

This led me in total isolation resist me from my own creation.



After all my secrets known one made me stand and that’s my mom who held my hands,

She clutched me with her open heart and soon loose the grip of my threat…..


Komal Kakkar

Atama Ram Sanatan dharma college

Delhi University

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