What
is with this smile Mamma ?
It
follows me everywhere, in good times
And
in pain.
During
journeys and at nights I rest.
Remember
how you read me my
Nursery
rhymes and the alphabet Mamma ?
Remember
how you waited for me
To
arrive from school ? Our banters
And
the laughter that followed.
Look
! My library is bigger now,
Almost
as large as that of yours.
Yet,
I long to hear a lullaby from you.
Sing
to me Mamma ! Just like
You
did ages ago.
Don’t
walk away like that Mamma !
See,
I am your little girl in tears.
You
taught me how to fight my battles
But
weren’t you my shield ?
I
am you girl, grey and portly,
But
I still need to hear my lullaby.
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