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Anshul Sharma Dec 2014
A mother sings a lullaby,
to comfort her child.
A little girl watches her,
in a fixed glassy stare.
Her heart is in a reverence,
but her reflection so mild.
She walks away from the door,
lost in her own thoughts.
“Why did i loose it?”
“Who is to blame?”
As she reaches her room,
with tears in her eyes.
She veils her thoughts again,
to save the family knot.

A kid comes back home,
and jumps off his bike.
He rushes thorough the door,
only to freeze.
His mother is on the couch,
with a man who is unknown.
Grace and innocence,
both shatter in his mind.
“Why did it happen?”
“Who is to blame?”
As he sits under a bridge,
in the pouring rain.
“Why?” he wonders,
“We have to save the family knot.”

A guy is lying on the floor,
syringe by his side.
His eyes bedazzled by lights,
and his mind by the spell.
His mother stands by the door,
too numb to move.
Her eyes widened,
Belief expunged.
“Why did he do this?”
“Who is to blame?”
As she walks inside to save him,
with her soul crying for help.
“How?”She oppugns,
“She will save the family knot.”

— The End —