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| SKETCHING BY ME |
Silent prayers speaks,
While deafening words defeat.
A female with tender heart comes,
Develops an immense credence.
On online networking website,
She was my only motive.
Poignant me with the
Tongue of her lexis.
A word comes out from monitor,
Touches my "Anahad"
Vibrating till the coccyx,
Settle down in my gut.
There may be the reminiscences,
Of precious treasure.
Like a stillborn soul
Of Giant Heart Mother.
Destinies take you everywhere,
Like I chat to my Mother
Am I the one who is lost?
Or I am the one who is found….
Dilemmas and dual thoughts comes,
But I am firm for you.
As out of whole world,
A fake identity makes me to the one,
Who is “My Mother”
You still born is reborn,
In embryo of else.
A real person comes to know
about her "Unnamed Son."
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| COURTESY: CLAIR DAM PHOTOGRAPHY |
I Love You Mom...
-Swati Shobha Sevlani
