• kameshwari 36w

    Amma it's you who makes me speechless.
    Everything I speak is scripted and edited by you.
    You felt me when I was just a cell.
    You are still shielding me, making the world which I see your womb.
    I don't have to utter what I need and what's bothering me.
    I wonder how can those bangles soothe my beating nerves.
    Everyday is a Mother's Day as my day starts with you voice either high pitched or low.
    My words to describe you are just small grains in the heap of sand.

    Amma I love.