• debasish_ghosh 47w

    Every mother cries

    Tears rolled down her eyes
    The day I left home,
    A call is all for what she waits all day long.
    The same innocent voice asking "baba kheyechish?"
    "Hai maa" is just I would answer, behind lies the same old lie.
    The secret surrounding of love and warmth is all what she ties,
    Yet every mother cries.