Unlike other ladies, her hands ain't beautiful
Neither does she has the time to keep them pretty,cuz she got the whole household to rule.
The reason of my physical pain were those hands, when I was a kid
Which were also the ones, during schooldays, food to me feed.
The nights I get gentle pat from them,peacefully I sleep...
From those hands, which for me always carries care and love deep.
Gentle,warm with a unique touch, those hands ain't like any other
Cuz, those hands belongs to my mother.
~ MYRA
July 2021
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Just Someone's Poetry
PoetryJust some Poems which i made out of the art of feelings, ideas and emotions dancing in my mind. Most of the poems have positivity...some r just accepting the reality and NOT ALL THE POEMS R ABOUT emotions and feelings and all sorts of things...some...
