Gaya’s crying – naughty children

tainted teardrops falling

cautions soon forgotten as they’ve grown

greedy playing trampled garden

damaged home appalling

careless still despite the answers shown.

Gaya’s sighing – looking down at

needle-tipped releases

shakes her head as wickedness embraced

temper fraying Mother frowns at

empty mantelpieces

heirlooms gone can never be replaced.

Gaya’s crying – smell of burning

fireworks misguided

watching children scuffle in the sand

curses flaying vengeance yearning

battle plans decided

rivalry for Mother’s soothing hand.

Gaya’s weeping – conscience churning

offspring disappointing

sign of heated punishment appears

children cheeping vows of learning

lowered heads anointing

loving breasts awash with bitter tears.

Gaya’s fretting – wailing flurries

urchins shun her charter

disrespect for Mother’s labor pain

sad regretting modern worries

son unfruitful martyr

Gaya’s tears descend as endless rain.

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