STORYMIRROR

Shangamitra Chakraborty

Abstract Drama

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Shangamitra Chakraborty

Abstract Drama

Rare Steps

Rare Steps

1 min
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Whimpered eyes, thirst pervaded

Stands O mother...

Days and nights pass by, lips perpetually quiver,

Murmuring the Holy name, distraught thoughts clasp the soul,


O, mother! Worry not thee,

For, the divinest form of amore seeks abettor,

Emotions filled...

Proud you will be, moment after moment...

The rarest path outlined by profuse love and endurance...


The proud mother will then clench me tight,

The pride to safeguard the Pride we possess will illuminate Nationwide...

That's where mother, lies my pride,

The veracious form of love, sans expectations,

That illustrates gladness in bearing sacrifice..


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