The Green Pashmina Shawl
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In the sweet memory of my mother
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 The Green Pashmina Shawl by Arti Kaul |
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 It is bright, and soft, and warm The Green Pashmina Shawl that my mother wears. The one that is torn, and worn, the one that has been mended and repaired, the one that has been dyed and cared, and the one that has been with her, through her joys and tears. It is her past, present and future The Green Pashmina Shawl that my mother wears. The one that she refuses to part with the one that gives her hope and strength, the one that hides her pain in its length, and the one that has been with her, through her joys and tears. It is old, but is still flowing and glowing The Green Pashmina Shawl that my mother wears. The one that will stay with her till her last breath the one that holds her dreams and memories, the one that wipes her little worries, and the one that has been with her, through her joys and tears. |
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