Mother’s Pain: Men’s Pursuit
In the depths of my heart, a void resides,
A daughter without a mother, my soul abides.
Years have passed, her presence still near,
Her untimely departure, an agony to bear.
As a mother myself, my family’s strife,
Broken fragments, the tapestry of life.
Men, like gods, grasp what mothers bestow,
Yet fail to fathom the love’s profound glow.
They crave more, always more, at what cost?
Their insatiable desires, a love they exhaust.
Does deceit pave the path to fleeting glee?
Such happiness, a mirage, can’t you see?
But listen, dear reader, ponder this quest,
A heartache profound, in words expressed.
They break dreams and love with callous art,
But the broken one was never broken from the start.
Lost to the mother’s comforting grace,
In misguided ways, his steps misplaced.
Repairing lives, when shall they commence?
Acknowledging mothers’ worth, the key to sense.
