MOTHER When things began have ended And the significant other marked This last significant other remains . . . This significant other becomes The incidental person. Sweet life from birth . . . till growth And limbs stand tall and strong The womb . . . as placenta thrown Of this incidental person . Like the road winding and treacherous Rocks sharp when tenderly treaded upon Draw blood from the sole. The bondage that separates mind from heart Was the mind source That trickles down bitter thoughts Bile flavoured and blood poured To the heart To quench love, thirst and life. . . . for this incidental person.

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