Poras Sharma - Mother

Hard like hercules, she's gentle inside,
brave front she might put, she's weeping inside,
she's the one who's naive to worldly compromises,
rigid she is, deviod of all vices.

She might be mum, her eyes says it all,
calm like a abandoned river,
worlds collide in her heart,
she collects thorns in her hem...

To be completed: -)

Poras Sharma

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