Momma’s Poetry

Mommas Poetry short poem

Uploaded by Smriti Ranabhat


Momma!
I am your poem.

From that mountain hole
Too many pains left
And from the island of the vexation
A little pleasure on the journey twinkle
They made  a missiles
I was fabricated just below your heart 
And I am the part of it 

Just by planting a tree farm
Trouble dirts your hands
I was penned from composition of roughness
And I am the stanzza of it

Thunder thrown out of your eyes
They are more expensive than pearls
Drinking  nano water
I was  masterminded
And I am the Masterpiece of it

The debt too scared by itself
Searching for fertilizer tissue
Selling the blood of your own 
I was painted from the words of penalty
And I am the same book of it

Momma ! I’m not a poetess
I am your poetry ….

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