A painting of a woman in a scarf

Mere looks at the hooks in my life
Makes me bruise the knee of my cruise
My life is full of strife
I just sit calmly and listen to the blues

Men and women chattering
I feel numb
My life is torn and confused
When from my mothers breast a suckling
I do not feel protected
Where do I go cuddling?
Am I  now too big to fit into my cradle basket!!

I Am grown to the open world
Where my Mother only hopes and prays
She prays "may her dreams never grow null''
"May she surpass turbulent gates"

I Am out in the solitude of the  bushes
The one with beautiful unwanted fruits
Free to pluck as it lay there rotten & languished.
I feel a connection there
Am I now like forest fruits
Beautiful yet unwanted?
I will go home and ask my mother
or perhaps mother nature
Why life and growth are so tormented!


  1. I loved this! A beautifully penned poem. Life is a struggle, for some more that others. I particularly loved the last stanza. This is just beautiful in it's entirety.

    1. wendy thank you very much ..life is indeed a struggle..sorry am only just replying now..and i do really like your name

  2. πŸ˜šπŸ˜šπŸ‘awesome poetry

  3. Indeed, let's go back to our mothers, when the vision seems so blur and unreal. ...
    The glittering rays of hope remanates from there... .
    Such a lovely poem 🌹 😍😍😍

  4. Rose you are good.. Keep it up

  5. This poem gets me thinking deep thoughts. It's really amazing


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