Haiku
Reflections on Motherhood
I repeatedly brought my mother to tears. Her cries did not appeal to me as a ten-year-old. I wish I could go back now that I am a mommy. I occasionally reflect on how I behaved back then. Did my mother drink a lot of beer because of me? Still, mother made sure I would follow my course in school. Perhaps in the future you'll bring me to tears. However, I'll move on and your words will become black. I promise to support you in facing your worries no matter what. and I'll tell you to fly, just as my mother used to say. and know that I'll always be there for you. Don't be afraid of change.
By Ranjith Kumar3 years ago in Poets
Confronting the Illusion: A Journey from Impulsiveness to Self-Reflection
I'm upset with myself for slipping because I realised I was doing it. By the time I had transitioned from my impulsiveness to a more conscious mental State Regarding my decisions and actions, I had already fallen into a pattern that I believed to be far gone.
By Ranjith Kumar3 years ago in Poets
