In The Company Of Women - Poem by Santhosh Vijayakumar
I entered this world,
Crying with hopes.
She fed me with her blood,
And I called her mother.
She walked together with me,
Hand-in-hand, sharing my feelings,
Through heights and depths of my life,
And I called her wife.
With tiny feet she entered,
Then she grew with time,
Making me proud of what she is,
And I called her daughter.
If not for their company,
Who am I, or what am I?
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