Mom
Nothing in this world can feeble me
But your tears can unbalance me
For a bit of your sweet smile
I can fight with the fear
I can not forget
Our first meeting
When you call
So ease
Mom.
Yes
That sound
Pleasant, sweet
And it's a joy
A moment for tear
It's my identity
I forget all pain, sorrow
When I drag you with my chest
And often you call me mom, mom, mom
For my mother
Chitta
Copyright © Chittaranjan Dey | Year Posted 2012
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