By SOMDATA MITRA (India)
Ab ab ab
My heaven.
Scars hidden in her smile,
Crying in the rain,
We all could tell not she went through hell.
who knew she was in pain?
She has been away for a while.
here back she comes, blisters in her body, face shinny porcelain.
mama needs a break, a helping hand but she’s only source: it’s inescapable.
Watching her with pity, I work to light her path, towards her gain.
Mama is world’s pride, not to be left wander in streets against her will.
If I hurt her, godfather curse me to death, she’s my sunshine.
Written by Faithfavoured. ( Kenya)