Wednesday, January 04, 2006

Many forms has thou - 2

See previous here

The love of a mother

Despite all my lies,
The harmless ones and the harmful ones,
Which did some damage to our mutual trust,
Despite some of my mischief,
And may be some hurting words……..

You still look at me,
With worry lies, running on your forehead,
And tell me that I am innocent
And am unaware of the ways of the world…
And you worry as to how I would survive,
The honesty of your words,Glistening in those tears, you hold back!


tamilan said...

good one

monu said...