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TO MY MOTHER, WITH LOVE
Did I ever bond you? For whom I am today. Did I ever display?
Gratitude for being my cradle Mercy to your sacrifices.
Dedication, to your loyalty. Emotion, to your melancholy
Care, to your infirmity Help, to your hardships
Sensitivity, to your feelings Compassion, to your hurt.
Tolerance to your circumspect. Concurrence, to your severity.
A Pursuit, to your credence. A Change, to your wishes.
Expression, to your inquiry Endorsement, to your design.
Veneration, to your spirituality. Optimism, to your worries.
Truth, to your qualms Consideration, to your perception
Delight, to your wits. Harmony, to your peace. Forgive me, mom, for now, I know.
Mom, Thanks for the gift of life. Thanks for making me free And, for helping me stay free. ~Prabha Trimurty~
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