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You see that innocent eyes, That smile which doesn't mean much, That twist in the face, That moans and cries, You here those sounds And try to understand, The meaning of sounds The silence, The blabbers. ** You try and gather Your wish and wisdom To bear the pain Of his and yours, You arrange your emotion On sections and shelf, The fun being a mom.. The pain to see him bed-ridden.., The joy of being a mom The pain of having A special son..! ** You meet people You try to dodge Those Haunting eyes Questioning eyes Inquisitive eyes Expecting eyes Advising eyes.. Which want to know Each single thing That you don't want to answer, Yet you start again, The story from the birth The things gone wrong The joy you have being a mom The life being tough, And, The life's satisfaction maximum.. And you dread to hear the words that will follow You try to be deaf and run away Yet, Slowly you hear The questioners whisper... The listeners views Forced upon your ears . It's painful to know this, It's painful for a mom, It's painful for a child to be like this.... You want to shout Your lungs ripped out .. A mom can never have pain to serve her child.. ** A mom is a mom always a Mom...** Yes, May be the child is in pain and that's wrong.. May be God had his own plans.. May be God felt the child is in better hands. But, There's s no point explaining.. As a mindset cannot be changed. Opinions can be plenty . But,** A bond will be unique A special son of a dearest mom... No comparison, No comparison No compassion Is ever needed..!! ** Sparkle In Wisdom Nov 2018
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Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 2:43 PM UTC
Special Son
You see that innocent eyes, That smile which doesn't mean much, That twist in the face, That moans and cries, You here those sounds And try to understand, The meaning of sounds The silence, The blabbers. ** You try and gather Your wish and wisdom To bear the pain Of his and yours, You arrange your emotion On sections and shelf, The fun being a mom.. The pain to see him bed-ridden.., The joy of being a mom The pain of having A special son..! ** You meet people You try to dodge Those Haunting eyes Questioning eyes Inquisitive eyes Expecting eyes Advising eyes.. Which want to know Each single thing That you don't want to answer, Yet you start again, The story from the birth The things gone wrong The joy you have being a mom The life being tough, And, The life's satisfaction maximum.. And you dread to hear the words that will follow You try to be deaf and run away Yet, Slowly you hear The questioners whisper... The listeners views Forced upon your ears . It's painful to know this, It's painful for a mom, It's painful for a child to be like this.... You want to shout Your lungs ripped out .. A mom can never have pain to serve her child.. ** A mom is a mom always a Mom...** Yes, May be the child is in pain and that's wrong.. May be God had his own plans.. May be God felt the child is in better hands. But, There's s no point explaining.. As a mindset cannot be changed. Opinions can be plenty . But,** A bond will be unique A special son of a dearest mom... No comparison, No comparison No compassion Is ever needed..!! ** Sparkle In Wisdom Nov 2018
A bond of Mom with her special son. Each time public travel raises plenty questions What happened How When Any scope of being normal Etc etc...
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Neha_S
43/F/West Africa
Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 2:43 PM UTC
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