By Subhobrato Mukherjee
Within a chamber bathed in candlelight's gleam,
A fragile hand weaves dreams like a whispered scheme,
A letter's grace upon the parchment's face,
A world imagined, a tender, distant place.
"Beloved mother," the paper's tale unfurls,
"I share a vision, where hope and courage swirl,
In my mind's canvas, a realm takes flight,
Dreams bloom and dance in the fading light."
"As hours wane, my spirit's fire won't subside,
A world where compassion and kindness coincide,
In meadows of laughter beneath cerulean skies,
I sketch a realm where a better future lies."
"Pain bows down before strength's resolute stand,
In the tapestry of night, courage takes command,
A world of hopes and dreams takes flight,
Deep within my heart, even amid the night."
"Through fleeting shadows and moments unsure,
I hold close a legacy of dreams pure,
A daughter's love, a teardrop's gentle stream,
This letter's whispers, like fragments of a dream."
Each stroke upon the paper, a soul's fervent plea,
A symphony of wishes, unbound and free,
A daughter's warmth, a mother's tear,
In this heartfelt letter, emotions sincere.
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