I lay under the star filled sky,
thinking about my mother,
the very cause of my existence.
Never did I pay any heed to her advice,
nor followed her invaluable guidance,
which was rendered to me free of cost.
It is now that I regret my deeds,
that she is no longer besides me,
to gaze with wonder at the beautiful star filled sky.
It is now that I realise her importance,
as I lay alone staring at the skies.
But my heart is placid,
for I know that my mother is still there,
watching over me and ensuring that I stay sane;
for I know that there's another star in the sky tonight,
a star which must be gazing at me with endless affection,
a star which I will never stop loving with every inch of my heart.
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Rhythms From a Quarter Life
PoetryI will die the very moment this poetry collection is complete, not a moment more, not a moment less. Yet, what worries me is not death but never being able to complete this poetry collection. These are the rhythms resonating from a quarter-life.
