My solace in troubled times,
Opening her arms to soothe
The pain away and giving me
Her familiar advice and spice.
Epitome of unconditional love, with
Regular calls for my well-being
before every night.
My Mother. ❤
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Spice here refers to the home-made food (maa ke hath ka khana). I used it instead of food because it rhymed better, as well as it culturally fits. ;)
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PoetrySome thoughts, some plots, connecting some dots. Circling in my mind, they were bound, so I penned them down. Here they are free, amidst the blue skies and we. 2018 Poetry Collection.
