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The crazy wild thoughts of a young girl
Would paint her to grey as hot as hell
Till dawn birth new phase called motherhood
Mentality clinch unlikelihood
Of returning back to as it were
Before the balloon was blown to swell
Respect mothers both in light and dark
Try to feel scars and web of stretch marks,
Rags she wears for her kids to look nice
Blooming, embarking on trips called life
Hold her scalp and extra fats she gained
Then you will understand abysmal pain.
A pejorative colour cost a breathIf you dare, for the love, put on a beret!Whether new or old, bright or fadedThe gloom and doom looms…
I have tried to fix the broken allureAnd was the only one obeying the lawsI have had hopes in hopeless timesI guess this place is…
I know right now all you see, Is a boundless flowing seaWith an admirable color blue,Prestigious depth and volumePure allure, but on the contraryThe tenacity…
Just like light to a surfaceCasting shadows on all placesScars, wrinkles and the dentsOf loo all have common end…If reflections could only speakSo many secrets…
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Thank you dear!!
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You’re welcome!!!
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It’s a nice poem!
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Thank you Ranjani
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