Waiting Your Mother Poem by Shahin Mallik

Young Man,
Come back, come back your home.
Now it is evening,
After some time it will be dark,
Then you will not find your way.
Young man-
Come back your home.
Your mother is waiting for you,
She is crying now
beside the opening windows.
She is very hungry,
She has cooked many things for you.
Young man-
Come back your home.
Now here have many-
Flower of mustard seeds,
Gourd's top is so green now,
All woman are busy for make
some winter cake.
Come back young man.
Come back your home.