Apr 2014
You unfolded me;
Freed me -
I can't be folded now.
There is now a painting in life-resembling you
And shall sail me through
The wildest storms.
Freed me -
I can't be folded now.
There is now a painting in life-resembling you
And shall sail me through
The wildest storms.
Its a poem that i composed for my mother as her birthday gift.
(Mumbai, India)
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