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.