Magic Poem by Tanya Roy
Magic
Rheumy, dead, gloomy
eyes of tiny tots-
in their only shorts,
with their hollow and sunken cheeks,
unable to speak;
abdominal and back together,
crying for everlasting pain,
in that unworthy rain,
lie beside
their mother's helpless body;
when came into the lap of mine,
there was
an eternal magic in their smile.
Sunday, May 28, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: magic
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