A mother’s child to the hands of depression

“A depiction of loss of a mother’s child to the hands of depression” In the old photographs… Through the silent corridors… Out her kitchen window… Desperately searching for the apple of her eyes, The moonlight to her nights, And the sunshine to her skies! Who fell a prey to despair, Surrendered before he even dared, Forced himself to eternal sleep. Leaving behind his mourners, With just one known fact, He’s never coming back! By Aina Tariq
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