She is walking with her swollen breasts
Her own children didn't suck her a least,
As they are all bonded,the breast fed millions
Others who milch her are only her step sons.
She married and stripped her breasts in the towns
As her babies starved there to serve their fortunes,
They all drove now when time locked her breasts
But it is still swollen and spilling to feed and breed.
She has scaled the love of her listless masters
To feed her millions of starved sons and daughters,
She tolerated long for their jobs and shelter
But she is without peace and in burning altars.
She is made a refuse of her own state
Her values worthless and her love is at stake,
All her sons working days and nights for her
Now kicked out of the shed and out to suffer.
Her tormented self now sunken so low
She has decided to part away for the unruly blow,
She recollected all her past memories
Her children woke up long enough to realize her worries.
When there's the separation of symbiotic brothers
They now understand the worth of their mother,
Her breasts are filled for all those seek
Her master and step sons only bullying her in trick.
Paramananda Mahanta
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