A lonely night,
My unwept eyes,
An unsung lullaby,
A half-hearted kiss,
An untold prayer,
Some unsaid fairy tales,
All longing for a touch to be complete.
Two disturbed eyes,
One confused soul,
Few hidden fears,
And many unfulfilled desires,
Starves for a shoulder to rest and calm.
My dirty closet,
My uncombed hair,
An unfilled glass of milk,
And my unkissed success report,
All waiting for you my dear Mom.
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