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When I was a kid
I asked my mother
What it is like
To be a mother?
She smiled and told
That it is a promotion
From human to God,
A journey of discovery,
Of another universe
You have created.
It's like writing a
Story without climax,
Bracing your
Entire existence,
This stage fakes
And suck up your
Strength,
It challenges your
Life skills
And demands your 
Nutrients and
Shakes your roots,
It builds a ghost
Castle inside you
Everyday you hear
News of death or rape.
It surrounds and seeks
Drowsy cheers and
Cosy hugs,
When you badly need those,
It's like building
An empire of flowers
Unsure of its foundation
And roaming like a lunatic
Everytime you are late
And breaking like a twig
Everytime you ignore
And jumping like a hare
Everytime you win
And wiping off the sweat
she toasted the bread
For me the fifth time,
When I told her I want to
Be a mother like her.

A.C

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