"White Your half open eyes : still watch me wherever I am.... Your frail being : still caresses me in my mind-jam. Your soft touch still warms me... in my shivers... Your absence then.... jolts me into quivers. The cycle will never cease That I know. every breath, every passing day shall give blow after blow. Never dreamt I would be ... seeing this day , When mamma outlives her child life becomes harsh gay 😔 ©Preeti Babbar"