Very often, my heart cries for you, wants you to be in the vicinity of my heart,
Very often, I think of the verdict of God, his motive of taking you away,
I had only you, as a friend, as a guide, as a teacher, whom I can trust anytime any day.
Then why on earth, I am left alone without you, I dreadfully wanted you, for me, to stay,
I needed you beside me, to hold me, to support me, to embrace me,
My dear mother, please come to me, come back to me… ….
Loneliness has become my comrade, memories - my brainwave, prayer - my breath,
Every moment I convince myself that you don’t subsist any more in this world,
My tears doesn’t stop from falling, my heart doesn’t stop from moaning,
I wanted you throughout my life, you are my life’s intact yearning,
You were my valor. Privileged & Secured, your presence would make me,
My dear mother, please come to me, come back to me.
Loving daughter,
Mahalaxmi Naidu
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