Daunting Single Mom: A Mystery Poem by ASIM KUMAR PAUL

</></></><She thinks she is beautiful, she is capable of writing poems,
she has golden children, and good family heritage,
and all her doings are good, right and praise worthy,
and she does not make mistakes, and she is definitely
an example of womanhood in modern era, and she bears,
an unblemished charisma to be alone and loneliness
is her bliss, she cannot ruin the world, and the world can
ruin her instead, she cannot burn any one, but someone can
burn her, she does not learn to stop, but someone may stop
her, she needs care, she needs more care than a single
mom who are simple and desirous of life and truth,
And she is a woman who deserve her decision is final
and acceptable to the world, and thus she writes poems,
And believes, the world is beautiful if she is fit to explore
The world in her way, her personification she intends.

This is her diction of stone love.
This is her love for life, and thus she lives in the forehead
of life, and it is mark of life with lonely glories.

She sits all the time on a social web site, never leaves
the web page, and sometimes she is idle mode, and
sometimes in active mode. She posts her beautiful pictures
with her poems on the wall, and beautiful pictures of her children, too;
and a profound praise is sprinkled upon the family.
And all her friends courteous feelings of love and reservations,
and sprinkle blessings for her peaceful and
prosperous life that she can have with her life
on the way of her thinking, and she plans from here
how she can deal with life of her children, and
thus her voice of love is full of characters and prejudices,
and sometimes she is in tune and
sometimes not in tune of grand chorus of life.

And then one friend makes a comment,
-“I meet wonderful thing, and she is daughter of a proud mother.
And I want of share the wonderful being in her beauty.”

-“NO. NO. I do not want anything quiet right,
even if it goes with praising my children.”
It is the immediate reaction of the daunting lady beauty.

-“Your typing melody, ‘NO.NO.’ makes me feel,
I am your bar, and your cage of limitations upon me.”
Her friend writes on the wall.

-“NO. NO. Your tagging or sharing is very strong in captive feeling of love,
and I do not want it with my children.” She answers.

-“OK. Thank you, dear lady friend. We have to solicit wisdom
of new comers as a presence of life with love and care.”
Her friend answers.

This is the contemplation of life, and life is mystical.

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