As a tribute to Mother’s Day, Parvathy pens a poignant poem, exclusively for Different Truths.
A pretty tough evening, which left me so confused felt much disturbed, am I Unable to find the causes. Though the sky was clear; And the flowers of spring bloomed the dark fumes of illness filled my guts and I unable to move Sat in silence. None else to she- Diagnosed me in ease Walked in with a cup of ginger black tea Along with onion pakoda She knows well I would rejuvenate so soon, but I simply fought with her To ease my guts. She, patted me on by back Told me, get out of your bed I felt, the pat was a lift That lifted me up All these years, and Her magical hands fed me, Her magical tongue gave me courage Her magical touch, healed all would And lifted me up all way- My amorous armour of affinity, Amma.
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