Treasure Island

Suguna Prasad Kalvala


mother death

Death is inevitable
to every body born
death comes
definitely on a day
to escape there is any way
None know when and where
death makes them mom
why to afraid of death
It stands besides you
like shadow and friend
death like mother
sent her son to the school
son reads writes runs jumps, dance
quarrels, falls, rises and play
His school bell rang
permitting him to home
Mother comes
hugs in her arms
takes him back home
Mother kisses time and again
baths him to make fresh
changes the dress
feeds food and affection
and makes him to sleep
with mother's song
next day morning
mother wakes him up
and makes him ready to school
with the uniform
and send him school
son feels happy to go
home with mother
Death is mother
give all pleasure to son
Death a beautiful
mother and
good singer
who sing
mother's song
and make boy
boy happy
to sleep

Submitted: Saturday, December 29, 2012

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