I go to her and cry
Put my head down and try
To calm down with inside turmoil
She curls my hair and never fail!
I always get hurt
When they start
Dirty game
And later on pass the blame
I prefer loneliness
When worries rush on face
The stress appears visible
And there sign of more trouble
Sometimes I think of retaliation
To bring an end of relation
Offer stiff resistance and tell on face
And if possible throw out from any future race
I am visibly moved
My apprehension can't be removed
I go to isolated place and remember
The only one that is holy mother
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