MILK TURNED RED
Stab me with a bayonet
Pump endless bullets in me
Tell me have we ever met
But you do it so easily
I was your loving mother
In all your previous births
Will ever remain your lover
In every birth and death
Did you dear, see my eyes
How sold you are, to others
Did you hear my sad cries
I killed yours as a mother
Your soul does not remember
Mine always craves for you
You soaked me in blood and embers
My milk you sucked and grew.
©sunita grover raina2022
12/03/22
India
