The Spellbinding Semblance....

Dear Son,

It is owing to your spellbinding semblance,
A little frame brimming with innocence,
that my every unhealed scar,
Transforms into twinkling stars,
And life's ceaseless dissents,
Turn into the ladder towards spiritual ascent.....

Love,
Mom....

Poem & Image (c) S.S



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