Mother Poem by Paramananda Mahanta

Once my mother blessed me
With good fortune and good life,
But her dream unfelt
With the advent of my wife.

Now I can't remember
When my home was smooth,
As with love and affection
She made it stress proof.

Yesterday she told me
That she was ill,
Her legs are frozen
But heart is still.

She is fighting
With her age and disease,
I took her hospital
To set her at crease.

When her humble life began
At her creamy age,
Made her simple and silent
As in golden phrase.

When I yelled at her
To give me three dancing bread,
She granted a broad smile
At my belly roundly fed.

She is lonely now
In her emaciated health,
Air is not friendly
With her grasping breath.

Her body is poor
And love still rich,
When I loose my temper
She keeps me peace.