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
Mom
Wednesday, September 12, 2007 |
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ManojVasanth
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