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By Zunaira Farheen Syeda
Our Mother watches her children grow, run, and play on her body
Until her green, sparkling skin eroded to black
To cope with Mother’s failing health,
They chose to not grow more of her fruits
They chose to grow more grey black clouds with our metal toys
What was the point of her children to torment their mother like this?
They just don’t see the signs in her because she given it her all
to bear the pain for her children.
Until she had nothing left and now she is rotten and decayed.
Her sweet children never cared so much for her until now
But instead of learning, they shattered each other apart.
Fighting for was of left of Mother,
How pitiful are we?
