She was therein grim silence,
in a lonely world of her own.
She smiled, she cried and hence,
reaped the fruits she had sown.
She sobbed inwardly, silent tears,
drenched her soul, washed her fears.
What she lost thru' the ages,
is now found in her diary pages.
Endless nights she remained awake,
which she did for her son's sake.
Many sleepless nights taught her,
that there is none at mother's par.
Prasenjit©1997-2012
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