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Tanisha Verma Poem
She sponsored my life like no one ever,
She perfumed my existance like no one ever
For once before everyone she covered my guilts,
With wrinkled fingers she made me kilts.
That I still wear to wear her perfume,
After she disappeared in a bewildered spume.
She once stood to pray for my success,
When no one else pretended to bless.
And when I had my sheet of victory,
Her perfume was pleasant enough to be history.
For at last I could not show her my gain,
She still perfumed in my heart to vanish my pain .
Her perfume, I wish, to become my soul's stain,
I wish to have my grandmother again.
Copyright © Tanisha Verma | Year Posted 2020
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