The hands of mother entwined with mine,
and passed on an energy of a lifetime
speaking of aeons of faith and prayers, struggles and fulfillment,
We sat on the rock at the familiar sea, just watching the sky and the sea.
She said a lot in that silence and I assured her that I heard it all.
O mother , I'm still your child longing to hold your hand.
May every daughter on this holy earth listen to the mother's voice
and may the secret breeze carry the voice from the daughter to her children
in the cycles of time
eternally.
Sushama Karnik.
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