Oh dear mother of mine,
Loved me to death, unlike all others.
Grinded me under the heavy stone
Crushed like flakes made of gold and dust.
Shall I come back for the love of my father,
Who he knows nothing about my fate.
Into a plant nearby shall I grow,
To remind you of my dearly demise.
Dear O, Dear,
Donot come one step closer.
Donot pluck me from my sorrows
I am no ordinary,
Let me grow for my dear father shall know about my demise.
Mother of mine like no other,
Cut my roots
Killed one who is already dead.
How many deaths shall I undergo?
Blooming amidst the summer
Once again shall I wait for my father
As a citrus near my "once heaven"
Speechless shall I reside.
Dear O, Dear,
Donot come one step closer.
Donot pluck me from my sorrows
I have been dead twice.
Mother of mine, grabs me one more time
Throws me into the river of life.
For the love for his daughter,
Must be heading home with a hope.
Into a Lotus my existence is defined.
Among the shallow waters,
Where nobody knows my fearful fate
I shall wait.
Father O, Father
Comes my way.
Plucking a beautiful flower for his flower.
Little does he knows about my grisly fate.
Dear O, Dear
Donot come one step closer.
I am no Lotus
Tejimola, your once loved daughter.
Betrayed by a loving mother
Killed me thrice in one life.
O Dear Father of mine,
For you I came back to life.
Take my sorrow away
A motherless daughter
Speaks to you with all her might
Love in your arms, O Father of mine.
- Neha Bharali 🌻
Wow. I think I have read this folktale somewhere. Sounds very familiar. Beautiful rendition of the story dear. Beautiful.
Wow! This was so unique and sooo good ❣️
Excellent! Loved it so much:) Great writeup, girl!!!
So beautifully written ❤❤❤
Wow it is so nice :)
Wow it is so nice :)
Heart touching 💜