Mother


Didn’t I tell you I could fly?
Didn’t you call me Icarus’s son?
Mother, now watch me as I die -
And I’ll watch you as you come undone

Wasn’t it me you didn’t want to see?
Am I not the one you so abhor?
Catch a glimpse as I play with gravity
Mother, I just jumped from the twenty-first floor


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1 comments:

Shitrint said...

im tired and bored to say the same things every single time...
"suraj nice poem", "excellent poem suraj"!!
kya kare...u do write so well!

gosh, my adjectives are exhausted!!
says a lot, this poem!!
:D

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