life with you

anxiety of a mother..who is adopting someone's child.

Another   fly….

another   traverse

Another fear…..

Sensing   my every
pulse beat…

I must not escape …

I can’t arrogate something which is not mine……

But the divine purpose will be served….

Because……

Sun sees everyone with an equal   eye….

River,   streams   precipitation….

These   body of water…
cannot be separated from   ocean…..

Green is my color……rustic is my  nature…

You and i…..day and the night….

With smile, or tear in eye

we are the one…..