It was just a stillness of moment
I was jostled into a new world
There I saw a woman
all alone, crying and weak.
Winds were passing fast
Coaxing her
Patting her in consolation
And soon they said to me
There is a child lives in her
who plays with water
laughs at its sounds
and see things with dreamy eyes.
She has grown up
But still she smiles in dreams
and often in fears her luscious cry floats in air
she needs those tender patting of care
She is a child so innocent
And clean at heart
She feels to let on
her unspoken pang
but none is there to listen her heart.
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