He was little
a child of three
with Big black eyes
Which wanted to see.
His eyes kept rolling
Trying to find
A speck of light
In deep design
He felt tethered
Shackles abound
Arms twisted
Knees on ground
But still he wouldn’t
Make a sound.
Questioning mind
Looking harassed
Where to go
To seek solace
And mothers touch.
“Mother o mother”
All he could think
“Where’d you go
Im here still”.
The little child
Confused and numb
Felt up his mother
Climbed up her lap
Therein lay his world
Closed in her warm clasp
Fabulous wordsmithing Neha !! Applausse !!! :)
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ReplyDeleteBeautifully penned....
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