Mother Earth's Lullaby Poem by nimal dunuhinga

My son will be a polite king in the near future,
A farthest poor country.
I am sure that you donate all the horses
To a zoo and travel in a public bus.
You leave the palace for home for the elders
And reside in a rented house.
You pawn your crown
And spend the wealth for the needy men.
Soon when other kings propose their daughters
Definitely you say ' I am sorry '.
And you choose an innocent farm lassie as your partner.
She gives you precious children and whatever you want.
And you never think of a harem.
You live the entire life in harmony.
One day you become old like others.
You catch illness as mild influenza
And it may leads to fatal.
Not to worry my son!
I keep you a place in my bosom
And sing this lullaby until you rest in peace.


* Dedication to my deceased loving mother Esme. My heart still laments for my
dearest poor mom! . You taught me to recite thousands of lullabies in your melancholy voice. ' A poet lives in every individual but some they do not aware'. I remember that you have written this phrase somewhere a long time ago.The only fault I see in your heart is the unlimited love.You gave me the hope to walk on this gravel road..........thank you very much Mom! I cry secretly thinking of you.
Please show me the way and advise me,
Where I have to start & finish this journey? I feel always that you are beside me. Mom! I am sorry, as I am helpless now.