Thankyou, you gave me my first poem on my mother
In days of tiring school games
Lonely lunches and called out names
Only you would know the magic ma
Violet bangles clinking in the steel pots
Eager hands but touch me nots
You gave me love in a platter ma
Only you would cast a spell on me
Undoing all my hurts and fears
Munching away the dried out tears
All along conjuring miracles...ma
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