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◾A Mother’s Sobs◾

They were so charming,jolly & full of life,
playing the tunes of unsung lullabies of love;
the love for my soil, the love for my beauty,
& the love for my viceless entity & flawless purity.
Cuts & wounds were never a factor for them
when i was shivering with my hands hitched & soul imprisoned; they protected me sacrificing their soul,
they protected me imprisoning their life to death,
the protected every inch of my body from
marinating with dirts & thorns spread by foes,
they dedicated their body in front of my foot grinningly,
just to protect my skin & my decency wholly.
My heart was torn apart every time witnessing their
crimson blood,& scattered everywhere meaninglessly.
My heart wretched every time watching them
leaving their last breath & dedicating their corpse
in the name of my vivacious liberty & radiant tri colour.

My heart whined badly in this bittersweet melancholy
of losing these innocent souls carelessly for my security.
My heart bleeded huge while their beguiling smile
turned pale & their liveliness took no time
while turning into a lifeless dead for their family.
Nobody knows i am a moribund land with million
stitches to my heart & glued soul by consolation,
Nobody says about my untouched pain yearning
for their strong return & play with their tender soul.
Nobody notices i am a cursed mother watching
my children bloodstained & spread their pieces of body
for my unsold existence & spotless fake skin.

That day they kissed my forehead like nobody can ever,
they preached the scripture of peace in my name,
they seemed so happy starting a new voyage,
they articulated their love for me on the day of love,
& they showed my uncountable value falling down
in my lap with endless sleep in the most cursing dawn.
I am a helpless & weak mother who failed in saving
her children;
i am a defeated soul cursing for losing her source of
ultimate solace;
& i am a unhealed embodiment of numerous pathetic diseases, ripened wounds & prominent scars.
Revenge is the only way they say for my healing,
but i say to return them back to save my feelings;
Revenge is the only path as it is “ENOUGH” for us
but i say to curse the beasts ceasing empathy;
Revenge is the only faith for their sin has been recycled
but i say to put the bloodmongers in the abyss of death
forever ; to never be able to find ways either of hell
or the scenic heaven to rest their crimes worriedlessly.
Every door of hope,love,faith & light should be engulfed
for their merciless offence to rot them with their venality. Sobs of a mother should never go in vain,
Curse of a mother should never mercy then from pain,
Lost maternity of a mother should never grace the impudence,
& vast anger of a mother should cease their peace to gain; forever.

~ ©storytellersuchismita


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A tribute to the martyrs!❤🙏🇮🇳

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