A Mother's Abyss
An ode is
What she is.
Whose belly bears a bliss.
She who cares like a flowerbed,
Breathes life with a kiss,
Smiles there, the mother lost in the abyss.
An ode is
What she is.
Whose smile, in a box, she keeps.
Buttons Bangles and candies tossed.
Amidst the night's multitude, she secretly peeps.
Weeps there, the mother lost in the abyss.
An ode is
What she is.
Whose tails we have ...
Thursday 25th June 2020 11:12 am
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