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a mother carrying her baby girl

Carried me for nine months in your womb

I was quite small, devoid a developed brain

Wasn’t able to feel your pain…

Took me up with that soft hand of yours, proudly

When no one else was allying

Don’t worry, Mom, I’ll be your your perfect son!

Grew me up with the cosmic love

That no one could ever give

Had the goods and bads inside of  me

I am the Princess whom only you could perceive.

And I might not know 

How much of heed you always bestowed

But, still,

Don’t worry, Mom.I’ll be your perfect son !!

Broken your heart millions of times

Yet, you loved me with the big wide smiles.

Won’t be able to repay your price

But, yeah, still,

Don’t worry, Mom!! I’ll be your perfect son !!

They say daughter won’t be your pride

One day we will leave and become someone’s bride.

A son won’t ever  be there to hold your hands when you stutter

I promise, I’ll be there for you when you want your feelings to mutter.

Let them say whatever they want

Don’t worry, Mom!! I’ll always be your perfect son !

   — Shweta Chaudhary


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