Golden light shimmers, dust motes dance,
reflecting in my husband's gentle heart.
A still pond, calm and deep,
where childhood laughter plays a part.
He carries food, warm and bright,
hot idli's, crisp dosas, spicy chat.
Through streets of childhood, memories light,
her eyes, star-filled, like a child's glad hat.
Her belly, a tiny, budding world,
filled with hopes and dreams, so new.
He brings...
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