Who Do I Love The Most?

Who Do I Love The Most? prose poem

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Who do I love the most?
the imaginary picture of Jack Frost
the king of pop
or the one girl who let me chat with her lap top
the millionaire of the town
the lady who coloured my hair coffee brown
the man who gives me free candy frost
or the girl in my school who I talk with the most
where is the feeling I have been looking for
when I came back home late
there was someone waiting with a temper great
she was my mom
she was crying in my room
after a fight she apologised
when she gave the reason I thought I was so centralised
she was worried
as I was the one she loved the most
she can give me a hundred candy frost
the only payment is smile
I know I won’t find such a person in miles and miles
maybe this is how it works
a mother daughter relationship is firework
now I know who I should be loving the most
it is my mum who with no returns loves me the most

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My name is Ambuja Parameshwary ,I am a in home science ,human development as major in BMN college of home science in Matunga, Mumbai
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Nadeem Qazilbash

As Bill Clinton would say. Its your Mom, Stupid! lol. There is no scope for confusion, Your Mom is the one. Unconditional love.


Truly good. A concept that commands universal approval. Thank you.


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