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A Sonnet To My Mother
My mother has been eleven mothers
And a hundred grandmothers
She's never noticed her getting gray
For, her eyes have been after kids all days.

Now she is sonless and daughterless
Yes, true mothers never have sons
Daughters neither, but children,
Only, children and their concerns.

Mothers . . .
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The Funeral Of Time
The Funeral of Time
Vaatupura A. Jayprakash

It all goes by like a genuine, flashy thought
That comes and passes as we never expect
In crowd and cluster they all stood by.

Some sad, some sanguine, some so unfeeling
Nowhere was one who could be thinking like
All these are for all and no one is . . .
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