Moma moma

The child cries
Moma Moma...
Everyone is here
Where are you
Moma Moma
Searching here and there
Somebody told
The throbbing truth
She is no more
Moma Moma
But in heaven
You were there.

How to console
You the little child…
A hug and kiss
Or a pat or toys
Else nowhere you get the love
Nobody here to replace her
In the throbbing heart

You are there
After devoted service
In the corona ward
She is resting in peace
A star that smiling
You see daily
She will smile
Moma your Moma
Don't cry, little dear
For this world
“The Angel” your moma.
Vinod Kumar V

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Moma moma

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