while cleaning my home for saraswathi pooja my mother's chair recollects my
past memories
throne
-------
It may be broken with dust
It may lost it's beauty and strength
It is precious and too valuable to me
Cause it was her throne
She ruled this home
on sitting in that chair.
she loved that chair as her kid
She passed her leisures and passed orders from her throne
It is broken a chair and
it recollects my mother's handicapped legs
To think her forever,
We will preserve
this chair forever.
SakthiRavichandran
while cleaning my home for saraswathi pooja my mother's chair recollects my
past memories
Poetry by SAKTHEERAVICHANDRAN
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Written on 2007-10-21 at 07:30
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past memories
My mother and her throne
My mother and herthrone
-------
It may be broken with dust
It may lost it's beauty and strength
It is precious and too valuable to me
Cause it was her throne
She ruled this home
on sitting in that chair.
she loved that chair as her kid
She passed her leisures and passed orders from her throne
It is broken a chair and
it recollects my mother's handicapped legs
To think her forever,
We will preserve
this chair forever.
SakthiRavichandran
while cleaning my home for saraswathi pooja my mother's chair recollects my
past memories
Poetry by SAKTHEERAVICHANDRAN
Read 347 times
Written on 2007-10-21 at 07:30
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