Your own hand.. Apu Mondal
At dawn, you swept, cleaned
Cooked and sent me off
To work, with a longing that
Stays longer, just as you
Lingered longer at the door.
We have seen summers and
Winters together, grown up in
Love, time being the witness
Even now, being short of breath
We hold hands and rise up.
Copyright: Apu Mondal@2020.c.r.
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