Oh my mom where are you?
There is no smile on my face
and
no brightness in my eyes.
The waves of Ganga River are not as
astonishing as they were before.
Sand of the bank is not so cute
and
sticking in my foot & upsetting me also.
Birds flying in the sky are not looking pleasant to me.
The blue sky is looking mysterious today.
The coolness is shocking me,
when I touch the water.
I lost my mother earlier.
I am remembering her very much today.
Now I am performing the religious customs with grief.
Tears are coming slowly
And
slowly
and
are enough to wet my cheeks & brows.
Now I am returning back
To my home with heavy foot.
I think that
It is the human life which revolves
between hope & hopelessness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem