The world of her loneliness moves with her return at
home,
When her son is away with his wife and her daughter
living with husband,
She scares herself for a moment in execution of her
existence like stars,
As she wants to stand as upright young heart living upon
green grass.
Of late she is feeling loneliness; none is there in home
to greet her,
And she thinks about the mode of expression of love in sharing
with dear one,
She thinks about questioning her friends about best way
of expression of love,
Or she is just thinking high in getting and taking
someone descending upon her.
Her neighbors are friends, who are on her web page friends’
list,
She feels good as long as she is with them as she is
talking with them,
She has given expressions on the page like bosom on the
moon’s love,
Then wind of love blows like avalanche in the snow picked
mountain.
Kids are kids; they are grown up to think for themselves
as if they are spring water,
And move as they like to take their lives as their own,
taking mother as ornament
That is great God, rather than thinking of her as human
being to be taken care of again,
When she thinks of bad things in dark shadow of her
living, she shed tears like a child.
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