Dear Mom

Apr 28, 2023

1 min read

By Shrinithi Kumar

The harder the wave,

you stand upon to save.

Thorns have pricked you,

But you never mind those few.

It was all boundless,

And

how did you ever stand soundless?

No wonders needed

when you are autonomous ,

even though weeded.

Maybe the trees keep sheding leaves

But,

your eyes will never be allowed to

Until I am here.

By Shrinithi Kumar

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