Passing breeze reminds me of blues,

The faded smiles,

And all colorless views.

Some smooth playlist turning the dusk to dawn,

With remembrance of your darting eyes,

I pass the moment in the slightest frown.

 

I memorized the blush on your cheeks,

When I saw you for the first time in winter weeks.

Your tiny fingers tried to take a grip over my hand,

Suddenly, I was so not ready for the end.

 

Next day, my eyes woke me up to a grim existence,

And I cried my heart out to just one question!

Why on earth am I forbidden to feel my own child,

With all tears mild,

The quarantined mother of a one-month-old sighed.