The Momma Clan

Clothed with love and fur of ego,

She walks to him,

With eyes sharp, anger filled,

While her lips battle to stop smiling!

Her lips try to freeze in the moment,

But her heart jumps with its beat!

Her eyes melt, 

As his eyes fall onto her lips.

A sign of apology, he gives,

With his dull face.

Her pearls of ego,

Drops off one by one,

As he wears the favorite of hers,

And walks away with a letter,

Undelivered to her.

What would that be? 

Her mind now thinks of,

As her soul curses her ego!

Remove the fur coat,

Soul orders the heart,

Cosy and happy, 

the wicked queen; Ego

leaves all by herself,

Leaving the love, 

weep the whole night!

-Ajola Ganesan