To all mothers

in #poetry8 years ago

She was tired puffy eyes
taken early morning mist
in the dark to reach the door
when the morning
Trying to wake up with
puffy eyes Women like moist Night
Not Able to stop by at the trough
of souls caught the eye Woman
Holding each corner bitter laughter
accompanied by rain.
Life Tree Growing witnessed rising
Mother... I miss you


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