Thursday, March 8, 2018

Mom is mom


Mom is mom

Mom on strike
who will feed ?
or have to starve
how long to be

I will scream
when she come
then will not speak
till bite lip lump

I jump in her sky
and she will cry
crush me in heart
in the rain I bath

mom is only the mom
no one be the same
where do find such
in heaven too non

God haven't mom
he is alone own
hence in rainy season
cloud crack in loud