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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precise..!!
:)
I feel blinded right now.. :P
Luv,
Nikhil
u hit the nail rite on its head dear :-)
do write acrostics and poems once in a way too... not only isms :D
good going ya...... :)
take care and keep writing...........
thanks!!!!
hope you get to read a poem soon on this blog....
nay...there are absolutely no exceptions to this :)the converse is not true...
i know :)
:P