Mother

Mother

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By Farzana Munshi Her hands are stretched out to the lap of cliffs She’s climbing to heaven by treading falls Her eyes are sapphire Hair woven in gold silk threads Her soul is the pearl harboured in heaven Body’s scent pure as a new born Alas!  Why is she drowned in thought? Why are you blue? The part I bore is turning my fate low, she says, Lowering her gaze, the breeze gusting My children are splicing away my love essence I wail but they rend my heart apart Disdaining every element that holds my breath Their eyes cold, their

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