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Exasperated puddle .

Exasperation gets bundling up,  Losing all the faith, Boiling head, where do they relieve. Anger puddled inside,  Reflects everywhere, yet hurting the heart inside, Nothing could be done. The thorny golf court,  Not nice, pocking all the sides.  Don't come mightly on my eyes,  It could burst open on you. Where do I find my peace! Ignorance fails and gives a deep scar inside.  It Burns tightly and painfully.
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Mine Mom


 The loud clang of metals,

Iron and Copper horning through that petals, 

Soaring heavily through the ears of the child,

Wrapped in cloth at the back of the mom so mild,

It cried to the clanging sounds,

In the cringy coal mine, with a meager pound.

The mother kept on clacking the coal,

With tears down her chin, crying in her soul.


The words were arranged when a picture bloomed in my brain, where a skinny pale little woman, working heavily in a coal mine with her torn clothes, with tears running down her cheeks only with the desperation to feed her kid whom she had tied on her back.

Dedicated to all the parents both mom and dad who toil so hard even more than their lives for their family.

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