A mother,
a fallen angel...
Left in
the woods, with her spawns...
Her
right wing cut off, and none to lend a hand...
What of
unholy treacheries thrown her to this Moore...?
Which
of the deities got jealous of her little heaven...?
Or was
it fate’s way to make her strong...?
Strong she
became, for her tiddlers...
They
were her, bow of a fiddler...
She made
them her aim of life...
And thoughts
of them were her knife...
With it,
she made a shelter in those litter...
And came
out of woods with such a glitter...
Now she
has an aim in life and now she knows how to attain that...
Working
her way against those odds, with the strength of her petite hands...
Stern in
mind as not to cry, when she heard any filthy pry...
Her will
made those kids be safe and no sadness engulfs their eyes...
Her skin
may be the tint of coal, but her heart is of diamond gleam...
She can’t
beat any nymphs in looks, but none could beat her beauty of mind...
With all
that love and with all that will,
One day
she’ll reclaim those glory hills...
PS: the picture is done by one of my best friends... Hazel Fernandez... Thanks to u hazel for such a wonderful art...
padachoneee itarakku vendarunnu!!!!
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Heyyo niyo,nic writng..good rhym...hm.. bittersweet...da nxt tym try smthng whch reflcts machism....
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