God! My Mother Poem by roshan jha

God! Why O God, my dear,
mother is not made of tissues and blood?

As her legs are always straight,
I wonder of ingredients she is made.

It's not a matter, of a single day,
repeating same work everyday, doesn't she hate?

she lack but you gave me the weariness oh deity!
I dislike, although, she's left with work meant for 'the mighty'

I'm true, yes indeed!
Why I never see her 'fast asleep'?

Oh God! why you gave,
my mother the restlessness?

Oh God! you gave her many enormous sorrows,
but why don't even grievously she weeps?