It is eerie, it is fey,
I must not, what I see.
Spectres of future,
Piercing my soul with spears..
Six ghostly hands stretched out to you,
asking for some dues.
Mama, then you awoke with a scar..
Couldn’t do much, I was near yet so far.
Giver of life! Feel your "motherhood" pain,
though your child, selfish I remain.
It is eerie, it is fey.
The reply came to me,
"When Goodness over evil succeeds,
is then one of His angels bleeds."
New pictures of destiny come to me…
Saw a white bird fly Alight in the sky,
"Ma! I am far, yet so close to ye!"
10th March, 2005