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Her Happiness

Over a week, she is managing,
Her happiness, her son is coming,
First time from a university,
She was busy to express her Love.

She cleaned his room and furnished,
His likely items, behaved nicely,
As he purchased to enjoy time,
Flowers, books, songs and new portraits.

She was under pressure over years,
I didn’t understand her feelings,
She was so deep in willing to care,
I lost my life, never saw her so closely.

Before a night, she haven’t a sound sleep,
Watching the clock, having a drink,
Went back to bed and started rolling,
I thought not to disturb her, made a cup of tea.

Spent few hours and shared all memories,
Refined stock of sadness and happiness again,
And enjoyed healthy relationship once more,
Heard early music of birds before rising a Sun.

She drove her vehicle, and stood up,
Train was coming an hour late, 
But her eyes were running on the lines.
She welcomed her son with tears

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