THAT SHOULDER
Oh I very much miss that shoulder of yours, my darling Mum.
On which I comfort myself could, to an extent some.
Mum, I really miss that ever loving delicate shoulder;
Though so fragile, delicate n weak; it was a strong boulder.
In happiness n sorrow, it was my loving support;
Fragile though, it held my head like a strong fort.
Ma, I miss that shoulder every time I want to cry my heart out.
Today, is one such day Ma; I often suffer from many a bout.
Armin Dutia Motashaw
