Poetry · Writing

Mother’s Year

Feeling the heat- all around

the night never creeps near.

Momentary loss, approaching breakdown

she’d remind us, this is our holy year.

Change the paths to our own, burn the torch and bring down

their ideology and belief of sleazy atmosphere.

Stay near and wear it tall- you’ll be crowned

can never share, the restlessness here, our lovely cheer.

 

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