The fresh scar on my mom’s newly replaced knee
is a shadow of a forgotten pain.
But the utter fear in her eyes
of losing her man, someday soon,
is growing roots and branching,
making me wish,
just once, I was as frightened;
I could love as intensely,
beyond ego,
beyond pride,
at least once!
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We have lost the capacity to love as our parents do till this date.
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