MOTHER!
Mother! Do sing me the lullaby you sang! My blue veins and the blue clouds would collide to clang. Mother! Your soft voice would be a warm blanket all over my cold bed. You are asleep so let me sing myself. I know I shouldn't disturb your rest. I still hear the church ringing its old bell. My ears miss the lullaby you sang. I know I shouldn't disturb your rest. Mother! I can't wrap my voice in a woolen rag. If you knew what smashed my wooden deck. Mother! I met a stranger who wasn't a ghost on his horseback. He promised to mend whatever I found cracked. Mother! His steps and my veins will collide to clang. Mother! Will this stranger appear again? My cold bed is floating in this melancholic rain.
Since last eleven days I am alone in a room. when I read you poem ghost I was boiling rice for my mid day meal. After finishing it I read your poem mother. like the white ghost one unseen feeling surrounding me. what I can say about these phrases. The chirping melodies of golden days ringing my ear as a companion to my lonliness
Beautiful expression. I am surprised to see you here. Thank you so much for sharing. Surely +10.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good masha Allah took me to golden days