By God
Mothers are same
And we rightly claim
Her place in heaven
When desperately driven
How can she be different?
In past or present
She is like shining star
Even though lives very far
Her departure gives us
More pain and drains
Full energy from body
We are now somebody
It is difficult
To face her when coffin is shut
To be buried so many feet underground
With no traces to be found
It is all paining
When in raining too
I pray for her peaceful stay
She is not far away
She is listening to my breathe
And praises faith
That her daughter is visiting last abode
That is placed for her mother by god
She is listening to my breathe And praises faith That her daughter is visiting last abode That is placed for her mother by god
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow.... Very somber piece good sir. Thank you for sharing it with the world. 5 hours ago by Sean Scribbles | Reply