Their Life
Child cries for mother,
mother cries to God.
Is there that many ear,
does he has to hear?
Breakfast, lunch and dinner
there is even supper
but what names have we got
when their plates always empty.
Filling up there air
the smell of red everywhere
We in our dilemmas
Whether Escada or Givenchy.
Their roofs always flying
with their legs always moving
Jacuzzi in our indoors
And doors saying "Do Not Disturb".
Yoga, Manicure on Mondays;
Swimming, Dining on Tuesdays;
Will mothers be left to feed
If there exists Tomorrow.
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