By Shekar Rizal
Staring at the starry skies,
Captured on the nights,
Now his sentiments do rise,
So motherhood then heights.
Behold the skies and calm,
Sagging breasts, fragile throats,
Devastating on the homely harm,
The wounds and hurts thy lots.
That his femur stabbed on war;
Lame he is in a war of need,
Since developed minds for,
longing, whirling on poor feed.
Wizards of proclamations;
Vampires of the faults,
Slangs of the sans lessons,
Where nasty figure to hault.
Posted by H.K. Dahal
