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Bhavika Jain

Abstract Romance Classics

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Bhavika Jain

Abstract Romance Classics

Mom

Mom

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You are my comfort,

You remove my dirt.

I can always flirt, 

You are never hurt.


You are my home, 

Soft like foam.

You never let us have syndrome, 

Because you are google chrome.


You are like an elevator, 

Who puts all up,

You are like an activator,

Who becomes an motivator.

You have always been an renovator, 

For all of us.


You are beautiful, 

Totally tactful.

You are actual, 

Not like a dream,

And my reality.


You are cute like a rabbit,

And you are my habit.


I will give you a cabinet,

Which will have a basket,

And your favourite carrot.

Love you mom. 



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