Sunday 11 January 2009

It was dripping pearls, from heaven

It was dripping pearls, from heaven
My mother was groaning.
Why ? I wonder.
I was with you.
Looking into your eyes
And finding me there,
My heart leapt in ecstasy.
Soon the drops fell thick
And blurred my,sight
Your face faded away.
I couldn’t weep
But lost my sound
And starting losing my way,
My life and soul.
My mother kept groaning.
Her misery-
I couldn’t sympathise,
But only mope myself
And brood over the day
In the loss of my self
On the past in its way.
I’m now lost and forlorn.
Mother, she still groan………

-1988

1 comment:

  1. It was dripping pearls, from heaven
    My mother was groaning.
    Why ? I wonder.

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