My mother by APJ Abdul Kalam

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Sea waves,golden sand,pilgrims,faith.
Rameswaram mosque street,all merge into one,
my mother!
You come to me like heaven`s caring arms.
I remember the war days when life challenging and foil
Miles to walk,hours before sunrise.
Walking to take lessons from the saintly teacher near the temple.
Again miles to the Arab teaching school.

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