Motherly Love
o the sky is blue
-really! don't know!
maybe white, cloudy white,
maybe like the desert mirage,
maybe water drop glittering there
o the heart
inside the heart I live
myself lives
whole myself lives
love is there independent
for the mother
motherly love
since the birth
a piece of incomparable love
not from the red heart, not from the blue
no colors are there
no conditions
wherever whenever
for the motherly love it's independent
no mirage, no charlatan it lends
pure and pure at every breath scent
for motherly love it grows grand
-21/11/19 CTG, BD
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