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Feb 2013

     I found the women
       to whom I am
in love with;
          I held her hand;
          touched her toes;
          kissed her eyes,
         and I would not let her go.
          Then I took her
       to my late mother’s
        dwelling place;
          It was the hut,
         where I was born;
   Then later,
She became my own
    mother !

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By
Williamsji Maveli
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com

Williamsji Maveli
Written by
Williamsji Maveli  Angamaly, Ernakulam
(Angamaly, Ernakulam)   
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