Each time I fall Every moment that I find myself broken Wallowing in sordid pain of yore Tempted to flee, desperate for refuge And fear I’ve reached the end of the tunnel You come to me then, like an angel Caress my heart and soothe my soul Hold me up and calm me down Your magic words, they prod me to hold on Your tranquil presence breathes life in me again Fills me with hope and urges me to fight My innate morosity and despair Every accolade, each trophy of mine, to you I attribute Mother, my beacon of life, my reason to survive
Preeti Govada is a freelance writer and poet. Born and brought up in Hyderabad, she’s done her MBA in Human relations and currently resides at Mumbai with her husband and son. She’s currently working on her upcoming book which is a collection of short stories. She loves observing people around her and integrating their experiences into her short stories and poetry. Besides dabbling at cooking, she enjoys travelling, browsing the internet, reading and spending time with her family. If you’d like to connect with her, you can email her at firstname.lastname@example.org.
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