The Reason for my Existence - By Ashwanth.V

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When winter comes, it is cold
But we have something to hold.
Which is mother's hand
I will hold it till end.
 
The louder she scold,
I will become more bold.
Her palm
Makes me feel so warm.
 
The pain she suffered during my birth
That's why I am in this earth.
Her food is not only eatable,
But also palatable.

Her womb is my first home.
I'm so proud of my mom.
--Ashwanth.V
 

✨ Your poem has found its home here. The way your words move feels less like ink on a page and more like waves colliding with the sky—raw, alive, and unforgettable. You’ve given us a piece of yourself, and that is the greatest gift a writer can offer.  Thank you for trusting us with your voice. From this day forward, your words are part of something bigger, something that rides beyond silence and into the hearts of others.  From now on, you are a StormRider. 🌊⚡

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