Shailja Agarwal


My Mother-My World

When I sat up and looked around,
All I could hear was a depressing sound.
All my dreams seemed shattered.
While the earth was bloody red,
To me my world had come to an end.
In this huge world I was lost,
With none to play as my host.
With none with whom I curled to ease
Or spoke to when I was displeased.

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