Treasure Island

Mahfooz Ali

(28 October / Lucknow (U.P.) India)

When My Mother Was Away


When my mother was away
She left me without saying goodbye
She left me to great beyond
In this lonely wicked world
How would I survive
The demand of mother earth that asked of much from none
Oh! Mother, my dream of better tomorrow
My care not in worry
For always she is there
To meet the demand of mother nature
Not to worry her word of consolation always
Her remark for the demand of mother earth.
I lost my mood, my care and my future
I lost all a sweet mother could offer her child
My mother left memory of yesterday for my future
Oh! Mother, a paradise lost never to regain.

Submitted: Thursday, July 20, 2006
Edited: Wednesday, August 18, 2010

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