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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.
Don’t tell me we are leaders of tomorrow Whereas we have been compelled to burrow And wallow in the deep of our shameful sorrow I…
There is a place somewhere I rather be Not in the paradise of destructive bees Nor amongst lost souls wiggling in thrills Until my dust…
Now little Hazel don’t you cry Dad’s gonna be there all the time He is your baby sitter, take high five… Guffawing and chuckling, mess…
While the monkey works vigorously Baboons are eating voraciously, There is a growing tribulation, And a misconception in my generation… Ever since Karma kicked the…
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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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