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Mother’s Touch

I capture the last gleam of my eastern prayer roomGolden it’s glimmer to guide me when shadows break the fencesValley

The summer blazed like burning sand,On the path where your footprints faded,Along the jagged shore of forgettingI remain—a hollow image,

And then there were three…Atleast known to me —Gulmohar, Cassia and Bougainvillea. The trio of Chennai city’s summer heat,Make a

It is the season of sultry summer,The season of many a blooming flower,It is just the time to simply admire,Though