My mother.

I have loved the
Way you look
And always admired
Never knew a fat turtle beast
Is always eating you up.
And I have to suffer the same fate.
The pain of numbed mother
In her senses.
A carnival of Russia.
He pleases the favle
And hounds on my mother.
And the feast of beasts.
The pain of suns
In the desert.
And the caucus.
We still water
And numbing
Our senses
And nursing
Fees are paid.
My mother
I love you and live
For you. Please
Hold me in arms tight.
Your accent is bit Mercantile.
But missing the lyrics of
My youth. You were married to a perfect guy. But he couldn't keep his promises
But you stood the sun  and wind and moon.
Your hands were catching fish from waves.
Every time I lost. But tell me ma when you're around. Because my eye sight is weak.
Written by Cen (Rakhi Rudra)
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