She is there-inside her grave
Simple and beautiful as always
Still at the break of dawn she prays
She is there by my father's side
Holding his hands like a bride
Still with his love she lives in pride
She is smiling even there
With her nice wide eyed stare
Still a beautiful face with dark hair
She is dead and breathing
Inside the cell she is wreathing
Still thinking if her kids are starving
What a nice ode to a beloved mother. A beautiful poem about a beautiful mother. Thanks for sharing. X
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Though she is inside the grave yet she has love towards her children. Mother's love can't be forgotten. It is a great tribute to your mother dear sir. Thanks for sharing.
Getting such a wonderful review from a great poet is really inspiring. Gratitude.