I Long More

M Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
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Mom, I feel now you were brave Still guiding from grave Your face comes up before eyes That makes me to fight and try What did you not give? Oh, you said forgive To all who deceived And not received well Mom, I still remember You were there To call me stupid And provide silently the lead I never fell back Even if so much was at stake Your words were humming in ears I still feel it even after years You were heavily down with sentence And made it known That you shall never compromise If breached the promises I feel sad about your absence Why all children need your presence? Why only one soul is so dear? I long more from all to hear

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