Love Her Lot (Sonnet -02) - Poem by palani varadarajan
Oh! my god you where had gone?
Can't you hear her painful cry?
When i entered in this world:
Screaming echoed every where.
It was not known what for throbing;
Later i knew all pains for me.
As soon as she had given birth;
At once she too got re-birth.
When i winked to see her face;
She was deep in painful sleep.
When my lips got infant cry;
She was feeding blood as milk.
Could you change this cry as joy?
Hold her feet and love her lot.
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