Thursday, 24 March 2016

Give Me, Yet Again

But taking, it comes
so easy to me,
I was born taking
from you after all;
Your blood, breath,
Your womb and warmth;

From your soul to mine
For hungry nights at your breast
And scared moments,
for as long as I did;
I was born to take.

And you? Giving, loving,
missing, toiling, gritting
Wonder if you had given me
All of your life too

Amma, won't you smile again?
Give me your life again?

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