Belle âme
(n.) a beautiful soul.
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born thirty-eight years ago, an Aquarius lady
this gorgeous rose was called by the name 'Rosy'
with a creative mind, she bloomed and grew
she was a treasure about whom no one knew
labelled to be smart but not good in mathematics
she had a sparkle in crafts, literature and dramatics
so, she neglected science and commerce for arts
although people depreciated her in their cruel hearts
she tied the knot fifteen years ago without any job
she was given a kitchen to cook and a house to mop
buried her dreams in the world that didn't recognise
her capabilities, so, she muted her screams and cries
forgot to live for herself as she held onto two families
she was blamed by everyone for all the tragedies
she became a mother of two daughters but no sons
but she cared for them as they were her little ones
gave up all her happiness to build the two girl's dreams
she voluntarily became a worker for her tiny queens
and struggled day and night without any daily salary
yet her work was always considered to be unsatisfactory
her passion to grow up like a rose has withered
and her hopes to live for herself has shattered
in a world that's filled with many manipulative liars
she had to burn her delicate rose petals in the fire
today, she has finally become the shero of these verses
and bloomed to be a torn rose amidst all the evil forces
her life might not have gained the respect it deserved
but it will be treasured as long as this poem is preserved
because this is written by the bud of the strongest rose i know
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mothers are truly one of the strongest humans we will ever know about.
with tonnes of love,
SweetSimu.
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