Parvin Shere

(India)

Mom

Clinging to your finger, mom,
I ventured my first steps:
Learned to make difficult turns,
On the tortuous walks of life;
And when I stumbled you gave me the will,
To raise my self in a hurry.
A deep sea of love you are,
Delightful, energizing
A shade tree in the midst of desert

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