Mademoiselles and sires, can you
tell my mama my apologies?
For causing her agony when what
she deserves is pure bliss,
For not seeing her good intentions
earlier,
And drowning in the strong stream
of my closed mind and baseless
anger.Please, can you tell my mama my
gratitude?
For being my companion in a world
that pushed me to solitude.
For teaching me to be strong even
in the darkest nights.
For crying with me through every
lost fights.Tell her that she's the light that
helped me out of that dark abyss.
The queen who believed and
awakened my potentials and
abilities with her kiss.
The woman who deserves all of
my best.
I'll always be grateful to you Ma, my
home amidst all these houses.Her hard work fed my body.
My mind was nurtured by her
inspiring melody.
You who is part of this crowd,
Yes, tell my mama, one day I'll
make her proud.
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Whispers of Silence
Poetrya collection of poetries whispered by the deafening silence