DEAR MOTHER
THANKYOU
FOR ALL THOSE LITTLE THINGS
FOR A IC-ECREAM WHEN I AM SAD
AND FOR THE PANI-PURI WHEN I AM MAD
FOR ALL THOSE DRESSES
I DREAMT TO HAVE
FOR SUPPORT WHEN I GOT NO ONE AROUND
FOR THOSE LITTLE FIGHTS WHICH MADE YOU
MORE CLOSE
OR THOSE BEAUTIFUL NIGHTS
WHEN I AM IN YOUR ARMS
FOR THOSE FOOD STUFF
YOU MAKE DELICIOUSLY
OR THE BRAIDS OF MY HAIIRS
WHICH MAKE ME CUTE
THANKYOU
FOR ALL THE THINGS
WHICH I CANT EXPRESS
This poem is about:
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world