When I utter
'Ma' or 'mother',
My lips press each other.
It reminds me those sacred kisses
That would demand nothing in return.


How happy those days were
When I would feel liberty and
profound peace, though chained
With shackles of my mother's arms!


Partha Chatterjee


Partha Chatterjee lives in India with his family. Born in 1986 he graduated from burdwan university. He loves music and poetry.




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