To My Mother

Why did you give me birth

to this world?

So cruel and unjust

Why did you take the pain

for months ten? then

labored me out from

your womb, where

I felt so safe and sound

 

It's jungle out there

The rule is, kill or be killed

Your love and affection cannot shield me

from my enemies; they are hovering with knives in their sleeves

I am longing for shower of love,  I only see overcast skies but no raindrops

 

I am wounded and hurt

I am lying there in pool of blood

The sweet smell of your body,

Your tranquil eyes,  your kiss and soft touch,

Only that reminiscence I live on,

And I remain grateful for.

 

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