KURU VANSHA

when illusion

sleeps..

She speaks

She says..Child

are you with Me?

can you hear..

Me speak?

i hear..

me say..oh yes Ma

i stir..

awake..alert

Mother..do

please..go ahead

Did my Child..

like her gift?

suddenly moist

eyes speak..

volumes..lips

fail to utter

the thanks unsaid

all it does say..

Mother..is it fair

do i deserve

what You give

Love so rare

for someone like

me

is it not..

a bit…

too much..

too much Love

too much

attention

when i’m better

off

far..n forgotten

don’t pamper..

me..oh loving

Mother

don’t waste on Me

Your precious gift..

Please don’t..worry

about

me Mother..

i’m really..

Not

worth IT