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Budding purely in infant’s face for his mother,
Boiling that boy’s heart for her tender care,
Building bond between hubby and his partner,
Bidding farewell to thy journey in old age forever.
Artist paints thy beauty in his works,
Singer infuses thy spell in her voice,
Writer describes thy moods and shades,
Dreamer rests in thy abodes.
Bees are after flowers, rivers are after seas,
Dramas, books, films survive with thy romance,
Births and deaths melt in the well of thy furnace,
Years passed, nobody assessed thy essence.
I am a student in thy primary school,
I can’t buy thee in a shopping mall,
I enjoy thy history and mystery reel after reel,
I envy thy tonic of thrill and zeal for all.
-Datla Chiranjeevi Raju
