It’s painful and deplorable
Unbelievable and unbearable
Yes, your eyes mournful
Speak volumes invisible,
Where life’s vacuum is visible
Hid behind a cheer, imaginable.
Yes, in your warm embrace
Childhood days I still trace
I know, despite being unable
To cope-up the day-long toil
I was neither denied a meal
Nor denied the motherly zeal
Yes, with memorable delight
You provided every comfort.
Old age that has now befallen
Almost carved you like a skeleton
Neither able to move nor walk
In silence your blinking eyes talk
Desperation perhaps awaits death
To rid of this inexplicable wrath
But my dear and dearest mother
The very thought stirs intense fear
Yes, I cannot visualize any future
God! I beg my life for my mother dear.
