A Crushed Mother

She is desolate, slender and feeble ,
yet she has an unshaken sound will
that instills energy and hopes
into her humble heart to yearn
for pleasant conclusion to her
withering sapless body .

Staring at things around through her
dimmed eyes gazing at them with dry vigor.
Feeling that her life is like a lifeless wisp
She succumbs to sink down to breath.

She has only spots of joy, but lines of sorrow
in her empty life with vanity nil.
her life is like a lifeless log,
no twigs nor greenness can she see,
neither it rises nor it sprouts.

Her life is like a crushed tumbler
that can never be used to suck
a drop of water for the life further.
At last is the urn waiting
for its turn to emerge
from the Mother Earth’s womb
like baby Jesus in ‘Second Coming’

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Ass. prof. of English, I have qualification in German language . I have been teaching German since 15 years, My working place is S VIVEKANANDA DEGREE COLLEGE ,NEHRU NAGAR PUTTUR (D. K.) 574203 KARANATAKA INDIA. I have learnt hindustani music also
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Geetha Paniker
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Touching lines

Preeti
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The life of a mother..so wonderfully described…keep writing!

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