Prasanna Kkumar : My mother

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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