Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Ache


You break my heart, my pretty child,
For there will be a day, when you will fly away.
And leave my womb in a cold, numb pain.
To find another woman, a greater love, a better love.
When I can only long and bless.
And cry and mourn a loss that isn't.
For didn't I raise you strong and tall...
To leave your mother's arms one day?

6 comments:

Parmesh Rudra Joshi said...

I almost moisten my eyes. I read it as my mother.

abhiqrtz said...

You, and the innate ability to be logically profound, and emotionally quivering, at the same time. Beautiful. I am sure, in his own time, he'll appreciate everything.

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Sashank said...

Love it. Made me think of my Mum.

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