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My Mother


A recall.


MMy mothery mother comes to mind often
could it be for fun
nay, she was sober and thoughtful
thinking of the next and next successful.

Firm and resolved she lived
a performer ever, never timid
strict mother and a stern administrator
set her goals far above the greater.

If at all she had been resolute until the end
had she not given away in a bend
sure she would have retained the heights
from where she fell in dire straits.

How did she stoop down? I cry
A question set across with a buy
never could I find out the reason
could that be the reason
why my mother comes to my mind often.

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By meenas17

A lover of classical Carnatic music.
An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood

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