Her beseeching eyes, nobody saw...
Her extended hands, nobody touched...
Her body infected with the infections...
the cries fell on deaf ears.
Now her soul smiled...
Seeing them hurry
to feed the dry numb corpse
A morsel was her craving for survival.
Filling the pockets with greed...
The banana leaves trembling,
under the cold heartless offering...
Greed visible in the fluttering fingers
of moth eaten minds!
Yet her soul smiled..
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Aha! ! A Mothers love is unconditional. In all situations, good or bad, her heart remains full of love for her kids. Such a beautiful poem! ! Thanks for sharing.