forgivingly,Me and Ma.

Stop it ma,Its enough.
Why with me this tiff?
Speak something to your baby,
two weeks passed without
your lullaby.
I'm here in starvation ma,
devouring nothing but isolation.
Those bananas you told,
might have grown old,
those stars that twinkled,
With which I had minkled.
And my thoughts go on and on.
Why ma this still?
even after hearing this, nil?
Are we in a pool,ma?
now I feel so cool, ah!
I can hear people whisper,
but can't grab it further.
Is it rising, the mumbling?
but won't bet this quivering.
Wait! Are we drowning ?
Please tell something ma.....

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