• madhuryavishwanath 9w

    I see you in mom's soft eyes...
    The feel of you in the breeze
    Bloated with fresh jasmine fragrance...
    And glass marbles, so dear to you
    That never never left your bedside
    The touch of you...
    When I wear the warm wollen shrug
    You knit just for me...
    The reminiscence of you
    In every sweet porridge mom makes...
    The tenderness in every flower
    That we planted together
    I find you grandma...
    Years down...
    If I still have a strong, beautiful heart
    With wrinkles not making a difference...
    I'll find you then...
    ©madhuryavishwanath