<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=564366" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Mother's love...</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once a mother’s son<br>Fell in love with a whore<br>She robbed him of all his belongings<br>He was left with nothing more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That woman’s heart <br>was full of lust and desire<br>not able to fulfill her demands<br>He found himself in mire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One day he promised <br>To bring her anything that she wanted<br>Hearing this, the woman felt exalted<br>it was his mother’s heart <br>that she now demanded.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Blind in her love <br>the son agreed <br>To fulfill her desire <br>born out of <br>jealously and greed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The son demanded from his mother her heart<br>Said he would die without his lover’s love<br>Mother moved by his son’s dilemma<br>Cut her chest and gave him her heart<br>Said, my son, this from your mother <br>to you with love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Son had a gleam in his eyes<br>In his hand he held his mother’s heart high<br>He slipped while going to visit the whore<br>He and the heart both fell on the floor.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The son stood up<br>And neatly tucked in his shirt<br>The heart worriedly asked<br>Are you alright my son? <br>I hope you are not hurt! </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>(10.09.2011; New Delhi; India)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anshul+Gupta">Anshul Gupta</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=564366" data-title="Mother's love... de Anshul Gupta" data-description="Once a mother’s son Fell in love with a whore She robbed him of all his belongings He was left with nothing more. That woman’s heart was full of lust and desire not able to fulfill her demands He found himself in mire. One day he promised ..."></div> </div> </div>

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