TO MY SON

Birds fold their wings

When there are floods

They rest in back waters

Tiny wings hatch in a sanctuary

When the sky is friendlier

With cotton fluffy pillows

Of clouds

They soar in it ,teaching

Their babies to fly

Even away from them

Loyal to the mother land

I am not a bird

I am a human mother

I want you to fly

But I want you to come back

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