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gopal krishna

Tragedy Classics

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gopal krishna

Tragedy Classics

The Poor Old Mother

The Poor Old Mother

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She is an old helpless woman.....

She sits alone at the doorstep.....

Waiting for the unknown God.........

She sits beside the old broken

Wooden door with dry eyes staring at the far east

Dreaming of her past, beautiful and sweet days

Her kids played in the street before her sight

Her house filled with all the childish glee

She is alone now cause of her children's unkind and unloved nature

Now her children gone with their families leaving the poor mother for her fate

She's silent now, no one is there to talk with,

No one is there to take care of her

The dearest and sweetest mother's heart filled with grief in solitude

She'll forget every unkind word and unkind actions of her children

Because she is a poor old helpless mother.


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