Life Paused In Cry

Life Paused In Cry short poem

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And she sat there ,
in front of her fiery son ,
laid forever ,
in pieces of uneven fiery wood ,
quiet as usual
but this pious stillness was for forever ,
she was fixed to the ground,
she sat straight , head high
her eyes closed ,
shut and compact ,
the kohl washed away
drop by drop .
she was quiet , counted her beads of rosary for the last time ,
she prayed for her son .
and her son ,
yes he ,
his spirit moved around
aimless in search of a body ,
to osculate his mother’s feet
and for the last time ,
hopes in vain .

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The best yoga of a day is reading a poem or a book .....A complete peace of mind and a refresher .... Things become easy when u have a complete mental peace .... Stop each and every work for 2 minutes , read a poem and i bet you will feel fresh all over again :)
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