Mothers stand on the moment When they felt their child for the first time in womb Possessive protective against Each passing progression of Inevitable process called life
Child has to walk away Cutting itself from the unseen Umbilical cord of bindings To grow wings and fly high To sear and search the creation For reaching the boundless destination For which they were trapped In their mother's horrendous womb
The longer I waited Lesser yearnings it created The hunger to have Replaced braver to starve Time as it escape Leaves behind a landscape Where you are poised Calm and free from noised Nothing then matters you better Courageous and escape from wither
Rivals for ever Not wasting a chance We fight with fervor Heart nudging me always Spinning unreal desires Ends up wasting my days I never bother to care for my heart And it never stop acting like my part Continuously we are on cold war Both of us in blaming attire
To duck it I stayed in dark creeping Obstinate it hanged on within Sometimes popping out infront At times walking just behind My moods never changed It's stand Dark even on wet sand Sunny days of my life It enjoyed most Reluctant to accept it my part I dart it on my heart
Joking and mocking unruly we drag Holding its brim about its depth we brag Endurance of life and love we enact Void is the voice of world intact Blunders are knowings of knowledge Chest of astute to be an empty ledge I we and you are never synonyms of us Relate it all to self and save from the fuss