A mother’s gift

The marks on my face hide their own stories.

Some are happy, some steeped in worries.

You, my Heart, beat out of my ageing cage.

Write your story my child, turn a new page.

◄ Woman incomplete

Prayer ►

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Dr. Kishore R. Nikam

Thu 4th Jun 2020 05:29

Superb

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