The fog that enlaces
The lofty peaks
Shows its amiability.
The butterflies and bees
That collects the nectar of flowers
Quote its heart of sharing.
Through the enlightening face,
Through the sparkling
But sharp look
Of the son,
Flows out the mom’s love,
Concern and happiness.
The language of the heart
Of the mother
Comes through,
Gets life and sound
Through the lips of the son.
All the stalemates
Will become freezed
By the inseperable chain
Of their heart.
But the day came
When the murmuring winds,
And the chattering birds
Had to say adieu.
The mother’s heart began to burn
That pain dropped down
As the tears from the son’s eyes.
The lament of the blood
That flows through the nerve
Of his mom
Sobbed by the lips of the son.
Atlast,
The heart of the mother
That cannot speak out
The word-Goodbye
Find out a reason.
Loving and caring blood
Appeared on the babe’s body
Without even a small scratch,
Without any prediction.
But in reality,
The blood flowed out
From the vulgur and
Pitiable wounds
Of the true love
On the body
Of the source of love.
This is what the reason of love
Found by the heart is....
Ashly Raju
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sacrificing-love/
