She knows it all <br /> <br /> <br />She is not well now <br /> <br />Her song is twittering <br />Her melody of affections is withering away <br /> <br />She is without a language of similes or metaphors <br />Her fingers are not used to pen her thoughts <br /> <br /> She knows it all <br /> But hides everything <br />To reveal life is still desirable <br /> <br />There is a blank in her eyes now <br /> A truth <br /> <br />This is the final hour <br />Of final moments<br /><br />Bhartendu Second<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mother-1/
