Aashisha Chakraborty


Thank You Mom…

Your loving hands caressed me
As I was ensconced in the warmth of your being
Like a fledgling I reposed and rested
Nestled in your bosom, under your protective wing.
My substance derived from your essence
My existence tied immutably to yours
You nourished me with your life force
Even as I, inside you, waged wars.
From a minuscule nucleus

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