Her eyes were stern

For each wrong I did

Whenever my wants hiked

Her wish-list got buried

Eternal place was her womb

Out I am in a far-off land

That lap is a "Silhouette"

Abided by values; he taught

What life ought to earn

Those spectacles scolded me

For "habits" had to learn

Desk is clean; though silent

Newspaper is lying unfolded

Chair re...

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