A mother mourns for her lost child,
She mourns for the attachments and the memories,
As she couldn't  believe that part of her existence  is no more,
And no mother ever gets over such unbearable agony;
Yet she moves  on  and  finds love in another child,
Somebody else's child.

Going further very few mothers find love in the affection for a  child,
That goes beyond the singular existence,
And how powerful is that!

She looks for love,
Not for the child,
She craves for the eternal feelings,
Not for the physical existence,
That's how  She let go the 'child of the world',
that's how she survives the pain,
And  that's how life moves on!

Struggle has been to stick to the process,
Process that supersedes the aspiration,
Power lies in the ability to do that,
Power lies in letting the person go and keeping the essence!