Wednesday, September 12, 2007 | |

Morsel on her hand
And i was looking at moon
She always fascinated me
My mom and her boon

When i painted the pain
Ranted at her
Blurred eyes had a talk
With me for future

Today its not wounds
Broken heart with scar
I'm sorry I'm grown
Still I need her

My mom and her boon
Warm and caring palm


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