She my mother!A Poem by hiren
Agewell foundation volunteer
get trained and deployed for her care we go out we shop out we dress new trends we watch movie BASTAR and telugu genres we play we read we play jokes she is just a kid in my hand i wrap her saree and make her straightened hair nails and colored eye shadows we get both bangles from different matchings we go to church we eat ice creams late nights we make appam fish curry and biryani i go to that hided beef store to get pork for her and make ribs fry barbeque it is summer we are going to have birthday as we born on same day she is not any more on wheels but in my hands like my daughter yes her daughter and mother too i love you mom, i am here open my gate to see you i cant wait to touch your feet and massage with thailam and hold on my chest to feed you, no more on wheels and on bed but in my hands as my daughter © 2024 hiren |
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