For Who I Am

Nov 7, 2022

1 min read

By Arushi Manchanda

He was assertive when I fumbled

He held me with all the strength when I trembled.

He felt sore, during my agonies,

and was ecstatic, with littlest of my cheerinesses.

He would proffer, my needs and wants, much before I whim.

I gained a lot each time I lose to him!

He brought me peace like none another,

As there is no-one like him “my mother”.

By Arushi Manchanda

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