Mother Told a Lie
"Do not think ill of karma, child"
_she said
I am a child with roaming spirits
I lack satisfaction when tales be told
I once encountered death with stitches
and realized life had its own mischief
Did mum tell lies?
When she spat to my ears
_everything good will come?
For the grieve and pain nature births
has rudely, opposed mama's belief
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