Chant Of Light Read Count : 55

Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

A mother 

Stitches the same wounds

My mother nurses to this day. 

They pushed onyx from wombs

Without enough breath

To both cry and rejoice,

And so they sing a duet of faith

All alone.


Mornings come

To the heaven in their voices.

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  • Dec 14, 2020

  • Shraddha Denis

    Shraddha Denis

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    Dec 21, 2020

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