<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=522323" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>How Much True Are Your Words Alone, Mom!</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">[ Prologue ]</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The external appearances and the internal dramas of some men may be baffling...At times both may be in total contradiction... We may ourselves wonder why! <br> Poem<br> --<br>Mother dear, like the monsoon rains<br>ncessantly I chatter aloud-<br>Why then these people complain, <br>'Why you ever remain tight-lipped, o lad? '<br>'Do you too hear not my high-decibel chats, dear Mother? '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I weep in torrents <br>And my heart is tossed about<br>In the sea of my tears; <br>How then these people murmur, <br>'O boy, why no tears dim your eyes? '<br>'How is it that I weep sans tears, Mother? '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Restlessly I roam about all these places; <br>'Why do you ever glue yourself to this sullen chair<br>At this dark corner, O youngster? '<br>'Does not their one-voiced query amuse you? <br>How can I sit and roam simultaneously, Mother? '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I sing melodious songs; <br>And my fingers play non-stop on the lute strings.<br>'Have you lost all your songs, O lad? '<br>'How is it that they have such a suspicion, Mother? <br>My song waves outspreading ever-<br>Do they not kiss your ears, dear Mother? '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My heart melts like wax on flame<br>Of affection and miseries of others; <br>'Stone-hearted you are! '-<br>'Why are such heartless words aimed at me? <br>They must all be all wrong, aren't they<br>O my dear Mother? '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My eyes go beneath the blanket of lids; <br>Beside me gently you sit<br>And comb my hair with your wiry fingers-<br>'Why make a mockery of sleep<br>Though remaining wide awake, my dear son? <br>I am ever aware of your chats and songs, <br>Tears and joys, days and nights-.<br>ONE DAY YOU WILL RULE THIS WORLD! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your silken words softly caress my ears! <br>Yes, your tender touch has read me inside out! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'How much true are your words alone<br>O my Mother! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sundaram+Chandrakalaadhar">Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=522323" data-title="How Much True Are Your Words Alone, Mom! de Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar" data-description="[ Prologue ] The external appearances and the internal dramas of some men may be baffling...At times both may be in total contradiction... We may ourselves wonder why! Poem -- Mother dear, like the monsoon rains ncessantly I chatter aloud- W..."></div> </div> </div>

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