Like a diamond I remember,
when I held my mom's finger,
felt safe from every danger,
taste of hot milk with cashew & ginger,
melodious lullabies & her touch so tender.
She's a coin that shines brighter than silver,
Made me so rich, a joint manoeuvre.
Not like mathematics,
but my first word rather,
In my heart you will stay forever.
I am thankful to my creator,
sewing me with such a narrator,
a mentor, a sculptor & a traitor,
who I owe my life for today & later.
Beauty in thorns.
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note: In this poem I refer to mother as traitor because she betrays God by loving her child more than God.
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