From a mother to son

The last time I saw you

You were a kindred spirit

Young and sweet

And now you have grown into the arrogant man I wished you’d never be


I still peep from the clouds, even in the dull moonlight

I see you cry in your room

And how you have locked yourself from the reality

You push people who come near you

You make them hate you

But my dear son not everyone is destined to die as soon as I had to

~Aamani Sharma

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