Early morning
What I got in last twenty year?
I got plastic money, high post and sleepless nights in my life.
“Sun-rays 'were playing on the plants,
Night has been over,
Now it is time for Morning Prayer,
Stood up & come, near the idol of goddess”.
It was the cry of my mother.
Such type of scenes occurs before twenty years.
Now nobody can dare to order me because
I am the master of my family.
She was my mother,
Who not only orders?
Some times she put off my bed sheet and stretch my hand and
Put me on my feet in early mornings.
Now I am away from my mother’s true love.
It is total loss in my life.
(From the diary of an Indian)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem