Mother is not a word but a Story itself.. .not just a person but a whole world in herself
The most beautiful lady gave me a hug tight,
There was a flow of energy in her that let me stand and fight
That day Was special for me because she was there
I smiled and She kissed and the things those were gone were my fear
She was like the music of soule,
A story at it's whole
She was the chosen one to take me to the world
She was the chosen one to teach me how to hold
I still remember that was her only bite she gave me
I still remember that was her only life she gave me
She wanted to see me standing on Side that is right
The most beautiful lady gave me a hug tight
There was a Flow of energy in her That let me stand and fight.
This poetry describes how i fight the queen of love, and she snatches all my hatred and throws it away, leaving me with a mere lovely heart..
When the controllable things slip out of hand and you can't stop but blame yourself or the destiny, for that one thing which mattered to you the most. The pain and agony is beyond words and it's heart wrenching..
Thoughts on the 2018 Kerala floods..