Epitaph
Oh! Mother,
Why this tragic memories
hunted my tormented mind
from the day thou fended off;
left me in tragic sad behind.
I can feel like thine stillness
In that grave yard
Lying in refrigerated lip
kissed with cemetery guard.
Yard away from old home shed
Those barren cultivated field
has now grown wilderness.
I saw that of impetus yield
Just grown in lamented
Reap with numbness pain.
Father is wino for years
After fatal blow of tears
I am left waifs and strays;
Along the dry sea shore.
Nothing seemed to glow
Wait and waited of yore
Nothing is permanent only death blow
Purge under depth of despair.
You were a mother of our soul
Pyre mortal sheet of flame
Her body was on the way to the fire.
You are fondly laid on the funeral
I recall my mother barely at all
As if through distant portal
There was no luck as I was born
In this world of I live in thorn.
I think nothing is immortal
Only lives come to an end
Soul remains undying fiend.
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After reading this poem, i remember the days spent with my mother, how she took pains for her children, still i remember those days. i think all mothers are same. I must bow my head before epitaph dedicated to your mom. Great write. your maa must be blessing you.