Just a weed

She is a weed

Rich farmers say so

She is not a seed they sow

Why let her grow

It is time to mow

This weed must not grow

Oh let me be she pleads

You are just a weed

You must not grow

Time for us to mow

– Pradnya Surve


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Written by Pradnya Surve

A child counsellor and teacher, enjoyed every moment of motherhood
My Masters degree in Child Development and Family Relations is a value addition to a basic affinity towards people

Reading and writing is passion inherited from my family who were voracious readers, lovers of art and theatre

I am fortunate to nurture my interests having a life partner with similar interests. My children too are taking forward the legacy

Proud to be associated with Artoonsinn which is family for me

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