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Ache is Beautiful
I carried so many wounds since childhood -
all along, as my Mom behaved so rude.
Being deprived of Mom’s care - affection,
my childhood turned a curse: Shame to mention!
School happened to close on recess one day.
I went to a friend’s house to enjoy and play.
Engrossed, I was not alert on time gap
I reached home too late. Mom gave me a slap.
Normal reception , but on next moment,
She burst in tears which I did not expect.
She wept and said ‘Where had you been my child?
I was so scared to lose you, where to find?’
That big slap turned nicest scar in my heart,
though my mother always left me apart.
I realised, behind her strong bitter harshness
Motherly love somewhere flowing ceaseless .
That’s my sweetest precious memory :
Beautiful wound regarding Mom’s story.
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Anisha Dutta
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