It joined me with a mere cry.
I gave the air
And resisted it's die.
When it moved forward
And took it's first stride,
I was there to provide the grip.
It tore my heart
And extracted the blood.
I sustained the pain
But never asked, why?
It plotted me out
And made money out of me,
My parts were sold for lakhs per acre.
But hardly I ever hesitated,
As I was the mother to all.
After gaining age and Wisdom,
It came back;
I was elated.
At last I am going to be served;
Tears rolled down my chin
And hand raised to greet him,
It looked at my eyes,
But the eyes were neverth the same.
All my acts went in vain,
As he turned back;
And never looked again.
I burnt in the fire of agony,
For my son had left me alone.
But never gave up my job to serve;
As eyes of truth are always watching us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Heart wrenching in Eyes of Truth.