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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.
Soon you will be off an infant cloth And may encounter storms, dirt and rust Some achievements may seem a mirage Unachievable until success emerge…
Let the pages fly and spread their wings Let my spilled inks make millions to think It is plain and simple, hope it sinks “All…
Simple or made into an Elf What is music to a born deaf? Same question goes without tongues Pot or Chef, who spoilt the stock?…
It is no news that the pigs are fat As a result of the embezzlements Taking politics as a personal farm Eating from the labors…
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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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