When the heart weeps and soul cringes
When there is no known shelter for relief
When a frail hand seeks ours in a trembling clasp
When a tiresome breath struggles to fill in
When the trailing beats fails to keep the rhythm
When an embrace bequeaths a whole new world unto you
Thats when we realize what it is to be a son.
Arun M Sivakrishna
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