Betrayed in the nursery to dismay
Abandoned saplings in open furrows
The firm gait of deserting mother
Viewed from the overflowing eyes
The gong of the liberty for the day
Was equally awaited by her
As if she never reached home.
Nor did I return from her pyre
The river of her immersed remains
Still remains flowing from the eye
Flogged but unmoved- the mind
In wait of another glimpse
When I alight a stationary state.
Ludhiana
2355
21.05.26
00.04 hrs
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