DEAR MOTHER

THANKYOU 

FOR ALL THOSE LITTLE THINGS

FOR A IC-ECREAM WHEN I AM SAD

AND FOR THE PANI-PURI WHEN I AM MAD

FOR ALL THOSE DRESSES

I DREAMT TO HAVE 

FOR SUPPORT WHEN I GOT NO ONE AROUND

 

FOR THOSE LITTLE FIGHTS WHICH MADE YOU 

MORE CLOSE

OR THOSE BEAUTIFUL NIGHTS

WHEN I AM IN YOUR ARMS 

FOR THOSE FOOD STUFF

YOU MAKE DELICIOUSLY

OR THE BRAIDS OF MY HAIIRS

WHICH MAKE ME CUTE 

 

THANKYOU 

FOR ALL THE THINGS

WHICH I CANT EXPRESS 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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