The burns

I remember when she cooked,
I remember when she held things
With bare hands
With burns on her fingers.
I feared it would hurt her
I feared it would leave marks there,
And she would smile at me
'With time the pain gets over.'
Now, she has left
And am cooking like her,
I too have began enjoying burns now
With time pain gets over.

Regards,

Vinod Jadhav,
Mob- +91 7709963544
Web- www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com