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Ma's Pallu
#MothersDayPoem
The fragrance of my childhood,
Hides in the folds of your embrace,
The hug you gave me when
I, a five year old toddler
left you for the very first time
teary eyed, crying myself hoarse
and throwing tantrums
because was being sent to school.
The hug, embracing me
even when as I teenager,
I couldn't fit now in your arms
but you still hugged me
because I had cried myself
when my heart broke
over a stupid boy.
The hug, a rarity now
when I greet you
amidst a family gathering
not warm like before
but still holds your scent.
The scent of my childhood
when your pallu was my sanctuary.
© meerabhansali/theworkingofthesoul
The fragrance of my childhood,
Hides in the folds of your embrace,
The hug you gave me when
I, a five year old toddler
left you for the very first time
teary eyed, crying myself hoarse
and throwing tantrums
because was being sent to school.
The hug, embracing me
even when as I teenager,
I couldn't fit now in your arms
but you still hugged me
because I had cried myself
when my heart broke
over a stupid boy.
The hug, a rarity now
when I greet you
amidst a family gathering
not warm like before
but still holds your scent.
The scent of my childhood
when your pallu was my sanctuary.
© meerabhansali/theworkingofthesoul
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