I sometimes see her sitting in a park.
At times I see her working with vigour.
I often sense her walking in the dark.
But she is gone yet her presence lingers.
Memories spring up from those old pictures
with her undeterred smile full of pleasure.
They tell me I have her calming features-
I’m proud that is how I am measured.
Many a times I go to bed early
for I know she will appear in my dreams.
That is where I can chat with her surely,
and feel life is not as bad as it seems.
I long for her blessings on my birthdays.
To see her often I seek different ways.
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