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Jan 2017
Prepared dish by his mother is salty complaining the son
Nay aware of the taste of his mother's tears rolling down
One who has to hold closer to his heart
Sees an enemy even in the shadow
of innocent mother
Fed him with her unconditional love
When he forgets to fill her stomach of hunger
In search of an old age home in his busy schedule
To dump his mother alike a waste to a garbage bag !
Prathipa Nair
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Prathipa Nair
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