Mother of a different son.

Low grades, no friends 
I’d worry about him first 
then I saw him sharing food 
to someone who forgot his lunch.

Jenjuned to study, no play 
I’d worry about him first
then I spotted him helping 
a timid puppy to get out of the dig.

No hobbies, lost in a self created world 
I’d worry about him first
then I caught him standing in front 
of the mirror screaming- “rêveuse!” 

High on itroversy, mute
I’d worry about him first
then I noticed him finding my laps 
cozy enough for a good sleep.

Cozy

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Author: rujhanjain

walking slow, running too fast!

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