BEAUTY
Beauty In the cradle of my heart I bore her To swim across the oceans Of no ends, with love. When she was a baby In the arms of her mom I shut neighbour's eyes Upon the iron of my soul. When she reached ten I rose to awaken her spirits To free her from Fears of devil. As she reached teens I thought to teach The weapon of self To defend her from bad. When she was married I cried like a beggar Of not to leave my heart Barren of all that I saved until then. When I saw her little one With reflection of my own As love lasts forever In all the beauty I lay... S ANANDHI 17/04/20
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