Who am I
I want to be the shining sun-rays,
I want to be the melting moonbeam,
I want to be the flower's fragrance,
Thus I want to find my ways.
Who am I?
I am my mom's cute darling!

I find my dreams in singing aloud,

The wings of my dreams clipped,
I find my ways in writing poems
My ways are confined to house hold about.
Who am I?
Oh! I am a wife and a mother.

My trembling hands seek for hands,
My tiring eyes look for someone,
My lonely heart craves for love,
All my weak limbs refuse my commands.
Who am I?
A skinny old mother at old age home.#review #an effort# dot