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You know, your eyes reflect the light
That falls on me.
When I shine, 
You smile brighter.
    
I never saw you crying, 
Except once when I bled
From wounds merely a touch,        
And you finally realised
It's my turn to face,
The thorns in the world.

You look at the mirror,
Like you're meant to love,
- and not to be loved. 
And your body is wrinkled         
Only to survive for us.   
Like your scars are sins.
But I've seen how                          
Beneath your tender fingers,     
Lies a skin of steel.
And how your hold
—is a grip on blades, you   
Never lose with bleeding fingers
To save us from falling. 

You've survived this long    
A battle where you've only lost
To win.                 
Your womb gives new life.
You've lived the pain that
Would break a man's bones.           

Mother,  those liars who tell you
That your words are not to listen to,
Are afraid of what you can be. 
You've a universe inside of you,
A greatness that expands.   
A sun,   
That would burn eyes of those evils.
 Oh mother, with blisters on your
Beautiful skin, you're
Immaculate.                    

The writer is a student of Class VIII of S.F.X. Greenherald International School.