Fragrance Lingers Even Now
Tears smudged face
Sparkles in my eyes
Fears the spanks the cane paced
The treasures she offered whole
When I was small
Shared laughter, fears and dreams
She hardly rest but beside my sick bed?
Holds herself like a sandalwood tree
A pillar, a tower which my arms could spread
When my tears shed
Now withered and shrunken hands
Still hugs me and cuddles in a curly band
Her starry eyes look deep into mine
With pretty rosy lips she smiles
Breast filled with divine love never weaned
From Womb to tomb, I lean
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