Anirudh Induchudan Anirudh Induchudan
My Mother - Poem by Anirudh Induchudan Anirudh Induchudan
my mother is the rose in a garden
i will always become a small child before her.
she looks beautiful with a sindoor in her head.
she walks like an angel through the house.
my eyes get filled whenever she bless me.
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