" suffering of child "
In a small a kind of love is living
like a bee child is searching his nectar
but he only found darkness.
He can't live without mom before
All enemies comes in his mind
he is press the pillow tightly.
his eyes are wet , his pillow is damp
fear on his face , night is long
searching for a hand of mom.
his whole body is clinging with each other,
next morning,when mom come
he huge his mom tightly
drops are coming and shirts are wet
finally mom is come
