Your Mother... Who is she?
Did you ever ascertain?
Is she your angel? Or pain...
But how will you know something you`ve never felt before?
If you don`t have a true Mother, you`ll never do,
Even you live hundred years more.
Who`s that woman for you
And what do you know?
Ask God making a bow.
For soon you can be deserted without the answer, when she leaves,
But still you`ll receive all the blessings she gives,
No matter how many years pass, you`ll need her eyes.
So, that is your Mother...
The Angel who guards you all the time,
The Glance that forgives you any crime,
Her Touch gives you purity from above,
Her Voice like a sweet sound of Love.
You`ll want to listen to it for evermore,
Trying to find her image on a lost shore,
Yearning the bottomless ocean of her heart
Where you could drown all the fears,
Which used to take your hurts and show no tears.
After that doomed search you`ll find out,
That a True Mother isn`t the one, who just delivers a baby to the World,
But The One who warms his soul, doesn`t let it get cold.
For she was created like God`s blessing,
The One who truly needs your caring,
For she`s those tears you never cried,
Those pains you never beared,
Tonnes of sorrows which never lay down
On your heart by the huge stone.
She is The Only in your life
Could never describe her love for you,
That boundless it is...
And if it needs, she`ll die
Even without asking why.
So, have you wondered
Was the described Mother yours?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem