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MOTHER, MOM, MADRE, MAA…

She emits showers of love and shrouds herself with selfless care. A treasure which will be buried beneath the quantum depths of the mind, valued only by her children.

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Your resplendent image lingers in my soul,

living without you, little by little, trying to fill the hole.

My beloved mother, I still feel your pecs on my cheek,

frantically looking for that answer to the enigma of life turning bleak.

Caged in these feelings, creating a bubble of your memories, living amid,

you wanted to fly like a butterfly, and you did.

The greed for your love would never be quenched,

As our heartbeat echoes, I always feel I will meet you around that bend.

A dedication to my mom who has left behind her values, memories and love as the most valued inheritance .

Miss you mom,,,,,,,

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Meenakshi Malhotra
Meenakshi Malhotra

Written by Meenakshi Malhotra

I have learnt to be in a happy space since I started penning down my perspective as a poet and a writer.

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A lovely poem to honor your mother.

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