SHE IS MY MOTHER
“ She too has dreams, some can’t understand The only drop of water in an arid land” Mother’s love is Peace I was born, last, I cry Her beatific and infinite try Just paddling my dreams, she stopped hers More than a little, I, myself curse Arduous paths, “I claim “, she repudiates She reclusely sitting on her knees and grieve She detained her doubts, Caring for me, that’s all about Honouring her secrets, tiresome of her moans Never express her feelings by her own Her decisiveness, my profile She inhales, I smile Her scowl, I laugh Bless me, as of your partly half Indelible moments, I remind,” I cry” Her intangible strength, she still tries Dusk it was, behind, like my back Here comes the dawn, it was all black She always said,” a bright day, just pay ...