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Always Caring                                                                                           Pain and Desperation





                                                                                                                                                            Curling and uncurling my fingers


                         I love my mother, I love my mother,                                                                                   And lump of swirling emotions stuck in my throat


                                                                                                                                                         As I sat watching a group of singers,
                 The one who has no respect for his mother
                                                                                                                                                    I saw a scene from a book my sister wrote.
                                          has no life further!!




                         I love my mother, I love my mother,                                                                                                 Lost in my emotional unstability



                         I don’t have a word to describe her,                                                                                       And unable to lift the haze fogging my mind


                                                                                                                                            Halting my daily routine and questioning my capability
                           She can take care of both son and
                                                                                                                                                               Here I ran away from my kind
                                                    daughter.




                         I love my mother, I love my mother,                                                                                                As my confidence soared downhill



                                                 When I’m ill,                                                                                    I found myself hiding and avoiding further pain


                                                                                                                                                             I thought of taking a sleeping pill
                                Only her hand gives me a pill.
                                                                                                                                             That will put me forever in sleep and never wake me

                         I love my mother, I love my mother,                                                                                                                      again.




                                         You’re made for me,
                                                                                                                                           So, there I was sitting on the pavement listening to the


                 I love you much more than the water in the                                                                                                                        song


                                                        sea!!!                                                                                  Sung by the singers, as my wish to live hung by a

                                                                                                                                                                            fragile thread
                    Oh! Mother I loved you, I love you and I’ll                                                                                  That song boosted my hopes and made me long



                                            always love you!!!                                                                             For a life like a fantasy of my sister’s story that I read.




                                                                            Sayee Shirude (VI)                                                                                                            Simran Chaudhary

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