It was in that misty night,
I met you for the first time,
amidst the mist and chilling breeze,
fondled by the moonlight,
I could see your smiling innocence..
whom I dont know,but i could know,
the simple heartlessness of your mother,
who threw you up in this nasty street!
I'm sure she mustnot have seen,
your innocent smile
like the blossom of rose..
neither she valued your life,
as worthy as hers...
But shehas mistaken you know,
you worth than anything to those,
mothers who cant bear you in them..
No comments:
Post a Comment