Mother sings a Lullaby!

Mother sings a Lullaby

Written by Tanya Singh

I wonder what I sound like when I lie,

Do I sound like a coward hiding behind a face, everyone remarks beautiful,

Like golden leaves of a broken tree whose existence lies in the land of Aporia,

that just wither away /                        proclaiming the sacrifice while giving up the virtue of the kind,

What expression do I hold when I smile blankly/                        the fake smile of dead butterflies,

Is it the look of deceit or charm that literally strikes the sight/                     like a handsome stranger of good dreams on a Monday beach,

Do our gloves turn to rust from pale white,

Is the lie a favourite lullaby? Nothing tells. Nothing tolls of the end,

And with that lie, the child sleeps with no fear of war.

Those who rest in peace can only pray/                         that my child sleeps in a better peace,

We do nothing,


To sing, as a mother, a better lullaby,

Better than the one that rhymes with a lie.


– Originally Published at Voices of Youth (


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