Mother

However hard we try
Actions couldn't be reversed
A ghost keeper of this building,
Once built by sweat and blood.

Here, silence was louder than noise,
Reality was too big to absorb,
The choices of life were wrong,
Trying effortlessly to prove the worth.
,
The unforgettable moments,
Were embedded in tears
Once, the eyes were thy sky,
Heard the world through the lullaby,
Spoken through the lips,
Hugs and kisses were the strength.

Now, ravaged by age,
Surrounded by loneliness,
Eyes and ears miss something,
Rhythm of life lost its tune.

Choked with memoirs,
A helping hand is needed,
All appears like strangers
Met in the nearby street. 


Poem by K. Syamala  
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