She bore me Like a bud on the branch Jumping with joy with the breeze of life She nurtured me Like the gardner tending a plant And when I became a flower She laughed and made merry Drunk with the fragrance she gave me She gave me life She gave me shape.
And then time took wings I became big, in body, not in soul I grew taller, heavier I felt great, she looked frail and small She got shrivelled With wisdom and age, terrible masters both She felt lonely, groping for me She had a claim, so she thought She had pride and faith in me She thought it right to seek her right.
I ran away From her, from what she wanted I did not want to be pressed or pestered Like a ripe fruit, I felt heavy With responsibility, so I thought Though it was really an escape To an easy time, a false freedom Away I got, putting distance between us I got engrossed in nothings And lost my track into wilderness.
Now she is no more and I cry Nothing can make my eyes dry I am broken, lost in the pain of memory Dry within and dying every moment.
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Swamy consented to give interview to an Australian team of six men None of them expected such a stunning miracle that awaited, then Swamy outlined at the outset oscillating health of the mother of one of them Who too nodded
Mother always called me the devil child She said I was loud, destructive and wild Parents told sister I was bad and she didn’t ever have to play with me Much time alone was no fun, however for friends I