eyes.

this is for my mum..

oh no! he got the vase broken again,

and he hid it like all men,

but the guilt choked him, all he wanted was to confess this thing.

he went and cuddle his mother,

like a baby bird in mothers feathers.

before he could say,mother discry,

u have done something chittish that i cant describe.

i know something u have done,

but i was just waiting for  your turn.

u dont drop words but i have seen it in your eyes,

scean that u have captured in your sight..

Author's Note

the dilemma of every childish mind..

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[bhavya mewara]

hey readers,
this is my first attempt hope i get good reviews..