Rohit's Mother

This day--
Morning, sunlight,
Stillness, and the sounds--chill
In the air--the elders here.
Doe--she waits in the shade of her
Nibbling grass.

A rumbling shears
The song of distant birds.
For a moment, there is alarm.
Her breathing, she continues with an ear.
And in some little village, tucked far away,
Forgotten, they love you mother deer.

I shine from the every heart of you--
I wait for you to cross the road.
And your eyes find the breezy trees
In the dark of September.
Written by Oshinome
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