Minnu Serah - MIRAGE

Winking at her shadow
She gasped under her cot
Striding through dreaded leaves,
She asked,
Me, a woman
In my mother’s womb?

Her tears never rained,
But poured out,
In guise of brokenness.

The bane of her teardrops
For them,
Only a mirage.

Minnu Serah

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