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Tuesday, 4 December 2012

Touch Of Mother



I can still feel the delicate touch
Of your hands, so soft and so light
To your Cinderella, when you used to
Unfold the story of Cinderella every night.
Some years passed and fairy tales gently
Switched their places with sharing experiences
You then began to introduce your angel
To the real world and all its challenges.
There are times which are grim and dark
And the pain gets too hard for me to bear
 I turn around to look for someone’s support
 And I find my mom standing always there.
 I make obstinate faces and stump my foot
Whenever you give me lectures endless,
 But even a day without you mother and
 Without your chiding, I get restless.
 Mother is the eternally precious gift
In life that one can ever get
A mother sows seeds of character
With love and care, which reaps your fate.

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