Maa
Priya Singh

Maa
The step called inevitable,
Her hands drew a graffiti of fable,
She dreamt of a conducive environment,
Where she could draw a series of enlightenment,
But her less repaired feather stumbled in a minute,
She saw a crooked way and she wondered ‘how could she win from it’,
But she had to adjust herself on a road,
Where she was heading to household load,
She left her moonlight imagination,
Because she was entering into an unknown station,
The station called motherhood,
She went through all pain to deliver a livelihood,
Relatives sneaked the newborn,she cried,
The child fall down,she cried,
The teenager shouted at her,she made her tears hide,
The adult made her feel that her newborn has become sane,
The adult fell inside heavy emotions,she touched lightly and repeatedly to make the adult forget all pain,
She is a legend, before her unseen dreams now her child is her wing,
Most of the time I think of you maa whenever my eyes blink,,…..
I love️ you maa ….
