I wrote my name in my hand
but the soap washed it away.
I wrote my name in the sky
but the clouds washed it away.
I wrote my name on the wall
but the rain washed it away.
I wrote my name in my heart
but the blood washed it away.
I wrote my name in a card
and gave it to My Mother
Because i know it is in safe hands
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A sublime start with a nice poem, Maalavika. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.