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Padma

Padma

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Can never forget her slightly flattened face,

Wheaties in color and mole in her forehead.

Jolly in nature full of positive vibes,

Really very special for me and so was I.


School life is full of competition and contest,

And every time we have to prove ourselves the best.

I was the person with low esteem and shyness,

But she was always there for me to boost my confidence.


She used to take me to her office too and learn MS. Paint,

And for me, that was really a proud moment.

I was so dumb not to understand her strategy,

She did that purposely to bring back my self-esteem.


She was not my mother, or person I call mamma,

She was more than that

She was my Padma.


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