You push, I pull…….back and forth,
Side to side, we can barely see the next landing.
I hold on tight, you pull away
This time the strength is fuelled by the uncalled for hate.
I wonder, how long should I hold on?
Its not much of a life you are living,
Its also not something you just take; its given
So why are we going on round in circles?
Then again, mother nature comes beckoning,
Like the humble child, I respond.
Not a fight, not a struggle.
I know, mother knows best.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
mother knows best. true poem. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.