Mother
M-y tired eyes look around ,
O-bservant , searching for her gaze,
T-he comfort of her tender heart,
H-er wavy flowing hair and twinkling black
E-yes , that melts you down. As I find her,
R-iant I say, ‘ Mother, I love you !’
Copyright © Mruga Trivedi | Year Posted 2018
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