The Midnight Werewoman

Once upon a nightmare, Under the oak tree, Gazing the October sky, Painted darker than black, I flumped onto the blood-red ground beneath me,

IF I POETISE A MOTHER..

Eyes that shine with experience,Wrinkled lines on the forehead,Subtle and solemn facethat hides fears,And Smile of a silly teenager.Eyelashes wet with worries,Some silvery hair strands waving out,Endless prayers of well being,She recitesAnd sole responsibility of hers,She believes,To seed happiness into lives of loved.O! Maybe the angel itself has taken birthIn human form,To set free the… Continue reading IF I POETISE A MOTHER..