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Jun 2015
Tears are pouring
My hands wipe them often but they come back again
Just like raindrops reappearing after every swish-swish of the wipers

No one to console me
No one thinks its worth my tears
But I can't withstand anything bad even if it were just words
If it is about you

What they sow so shall they reap
Every word that struck deep
Will only be theirs to keep

The almighty is with you and me
And will always be
I love my son and I hate hearing one word wrong about him
Swathi eruvaram
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Swathi eruvaram  India
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