Dying Ma Poem by RUP POKHAREL

All you have are in stock-still state
I can see you ma breathlessly lying flat
All bygone flashes are limited in mind
Now thy twin round black ball does not see me
Mamma! Thy progeny arrived-late.

Maker may be blamed for early taking_
I could not beg pardon,
Nor could quid pro quo made
For shaping and making me of the day.

Your pious ceding bestowed upon_
Has helped me fit in all holes,
You gave ample sleepless nights
To make me gain absolute sound sleep,
Shared pap and suckled thy breast
Enhanced immune to right degree
My body can fight for long the pathogens.

I, thy progeny made thy lap my playground
Polluted thy clean wear- although- unknowingly.
As now, with soul your body is no more with us
Thank Him, for making being of the type,
You did respect his law-thy deeds immortal
For- God cannot be everywhere so he made Mothers,
And so are you- Ma!