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Another attempt
 to express this through
a wayward scribble
 that expects nothing more than
a smile, hug and kiss
 this is not a rambling
from puerile days
 neither is this
an embellishment with words
 had seen and read how
people talk about theirs
 So why not I about,
my eternal river,
 Origin, flesh and life
cannot praise you in phrases
 for no word deems worthy
no language so complete
 Diligent you are
when you listen to me
 A grin, when I lie
And stare for, truth, I often time speak
 But as always I'd make
another wish, that
 I keep wishing for
but may never get..
 bless me with a sleep
and a dream that’s solemnly true
 each to each subtly painted
with different hues
 Concoct melodies &
sing me a lullaby
 mellifluous lute
bring me back the cradle sleep
 rip off, along the seam of knowledge
make me naive, make me ignorant
 of corporeal existence
O' gate-way devour me back
 back to the source, as a seed..

   Ma, Amritha

Essence of my life