Yes, you are my mother
How could I describe you
with my limited power,
Yet, how could I not express
my gratitude, I paint you
with my words on the canvas,
I could make a tribute by
chiselling heart into tears
of your sacrifice, those little
things, that, were dismissed
to bring me up to make a figure
reckon with, whatever, I'm
a reflection of your dream and
the aim, yes, you are my mother
Oh' mother, make the room always
in your womb for me ever,
even, the life after and after.
I intend to be born, resting on
the bosom,
you being as my mother.
©️Prasanna Kkumar
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