Poetry

Beautiful, but strange…

I don't miss him, I miss the person I thought he was. Everything was so beautiful, but strange. Somewhere beneath his smile, And with just a shine in his eyes; I still remember the unbroken ties. From his promises and laughters, To the warmth of his soul; The depth of his voice and him as… Continue reading Beautiful, but strange…

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Poetry

I call her “My Mum”

It all started in her lap that day, When I cried and she smiled away; Close to her heart, she held me there To give a glimpse of life and a touch of care. She was the one with a hand to lend; Right from our start, down till her end; Her love being like… Continue reading I call her “My Mum”