𝕃𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕋𝕠𝕦𝕔𝕙

They say, "touch of a mother's hands to the child is precious." 

As she looks at her child with stars in her eyes,

Couldn't believe that she created this life,

She touches the baby with her fingertips,

Afraid to scare the little one she didn't make any noise.

Her eyes touch the child first,

Taking every feature of her little Sun,

Eyes swam with tears of joy,

She holds the child close to her heart. 

The child recognizes the touch of the mother,

As it has been imprinted in the child's blood,

The touch, that soothe the crying, 

The touch, that makes everything fine. 

Oh lord! 

But my heart breaks into million pieces,

Thinking about those little one's,

Who came into this world,

With bright big eyes filled with innocence,

But never got to know the touch of pure paradise.

Those children who lost the touch,

Lost Touch of a mother.