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With Love

I might not have the talent to script,

But it’s not too late to let the moment skip.

All those years I had been living under your shadow,

I miss your hugs and caning, and I wanna let you know.

Your face lights a sparkle in my eye,

I forget all the pain, my heart begins to fly.

Just the feeling of having you close to me,

Brings in the desire to live, in-spite of all the pain,

No matter what the world has to offer,

Having you besides me overshadows all material gain.

If I were given one last wish,

I would happily die to live again by your feet.

No words can describe your eternal love and sacrifice,

But I wanna let you know Mom, I will keep loving you throughout my remaining life!

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Mom said…
My dear Beta Varun,

Lots of love. Received your mail and I was so emotional to read it. I did not know that you are a great poet also. You have explained your thoughts so nicely, that we can not imagine that some other person can write better that this.

Beta, my as well as your papa’s blessings are always with you. May God give you happily long life and prosperity. You get success in every field and may God fulfill all your desires which you have in your mind. We both are very proud for having a great son like you. I hope, you have all qualities which somebody should have. You are a good son, good brother and a good friend.

Love from your Papa.
WITH LOVE MOM
April 27, 2009 at 10:00 PM
Anonymous said…
Awsome!
July 29, 2009 at 11:07 AM
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