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She is many things - a poet, a writer, a woman. But at the moment that she watches her tiny child playing near her, she is just a mother!
She is many things – a poet, a writer, a career woman. But at the moment that she watches her tiny child playing near her, she is just a mother!
Glittery words resonate in her thoughts
longing to dwell in the heart of many hearts,
she carries the specks of passion in her palms,
the ageing pages of her composition;
yes! yes! a terrific poet she is. A deserving one,
that glory, those celebrations,
no, no, she hasn’t forgotten that…
A terrific homemaker. A brilliant mother.
But, why has no one said that…?
Smile adorns her eyes
as she watches him gambol over there,
in the manicured garden, catching a few golden rays,
she turns around once again,
those ageing words and pages….
you will have to wait, she says.
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Surbhi Thukral is a new mother of a beautiful boy. Apart from being a doting mother, she writes fiction and poetry. She also works a freelance copywriter and blogger. Surbhi holds Masters in Business & Management read more...
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