Author: Pramiti Vashishth

  • To My Mother

    You may not be my destiny nor
    my final shore ,but a timely companion
    to push me a little more.
    A full life with you is now a dream
    quiet out of reach, it does seem.

    I had loved you many times and
    as my times when I made my father’s
    list of crimes.

  • To My Mother

    Every step without my mother
    looms to be a deadly disaster.
    My love for you is as high
    as the joy of birds flying high

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