To the one who brought me into this world
And told me that pain was life but endurance strength.
To the one whose fractured stories became a coherent narrative
And made a child’s world meaningful.
To the one who grew with me
And induced in me a fighting spirit.
To the childhood friend who listened and listened
Adding colour to my dreams and fantasies.
To the one whose presence lifted the darkness
And made me see beyond perceptions and notions.
To the one whose eyes are a discourse
Narrating her story and mine too.
To all faces of childhood innocence adding vigour to my life
To all mentors leading and inspiring unconventional lives
To all writers who fearlessly wrote under pseudonyms
To the woman feeding her child on street
To the working mother’s daily toil
And
To the one who taught me tears are pearls
And whose dreams keep me alive.
Zami.