Ragged Mother
Ragged Mother...
She pumped her lungs
To keep the fire live
Her wailing kid's
Dried tears
Pausing the sound
In anticipation
Of a morsel of food
That the mother
Struggles to cook
Soft moonlight
Peeping through the cracked roof
Envying the rugged child
Sitting in a ragged sling
Wishing that in all adversities
He had a mother like the one
Pushing her being
To the bare existence of her child...
@ 'dusk'....
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