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Mother Calling

  My open arms and my smile
Calling you, come, apple of my eye

Remember? My lap was your playground
For us, it was sweet bliss found

But with passing time, your play became a fight
You thought me as your enemy and hated even my sight

You forgot, you will always be part of me
Very much like these naughty waves are of the sea

Your enemy is nothing but just a game of your mind
Only you are against yourself, you‘ll find

Just leave this self-infliction, Listen to my call
Pained I am immensely by your fall

Come close and look at me, My dear child
Hey, I am your own mother and not an enemy wild

Nature is just my name
But still your loving mother, I am the same

Come my child, come on my lap again
In my love, sheer bliss, you’ll regain 

31-Jan-2006

More by :  Rajeshwari Hemmadi

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