At the face of the midwife,
When the mother sees her life,
Between the eyes, when the baby cries.
She sees him for the first sight,
And then the baby dies,
His mother cries,
After the big foggy fight.
The trees weep the young nails,
He stayed in the land of ambiguity,
And gazed at the mortal eternity,
Then passed under the sand of reptiles.
Again the mother cries,
The jailed isolation jails his sadness,
Drives the whole world, the captives right to madness,
A tear by tear equals big byes.
Again the mother cries,
Then, her mother dies,
After two aged miles,
The daughter cries.
The leaves lose the pretty shine struggle,
Saying people are not as simple as a muggle,
They do vanish every day in piles,
Claiming this is only fake trails.
The mother cries,
Her glowing tiny eyes,
Turn black till the tight ties,
The bodies roast like chicken fries.
Again, again, again,
The mom, mother, ma'ma,
Mummy, mametto, mama,
They all still cry.
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