I wonder if this desire and the bond that I feel in my heart—a bond that feels like a bond of mother and child—will ever be fulfilled. But you are always more than a mother, aren't you?

Mothers are even termed superior to any gods.

Then, if you are more than a mother, what should it be in my heart?

Let it be goodness, as it is the only thing that saves us from trouble!

But this bond is empty, I feel.

What bond is that? Where there is no attachment or feelings?

What keeps you moving on? It is painful when you choose not to look at me even though you can. It is always this madness, and I refer to it as pain!

©shivpoetesspriya