BLOOD, SWEAT & TEARS
She was smudged in blood; Yet, the only thing she heard- was her dear child's cries & continued to wipe the tears off his eyes. Oh! How she was scented in sweat! Yet, her children had rosy cheeks And that beautiful sobriquet that she thought of for 36 weeks. And the way she always hid her tears when she spent the night with her only dears They said-"You deserve not this, but diamonds" & She replied-"I'd rather die for my children." And that's how even the poem forgets to rhyme when the world tries to bargain a mother's chime... ~Taekita369