Mother’s Pain
Rayees Ahmad Kumar
How many wounds have you left
Your mother to endure all her life.
Would you come and meet
Me -my resplendent friend.
My son! You have slept
Beneath the soil- tell me
Rushing, I would come there.
You were peace, comfort of mine
A support and hope in old age.
In my heart I was sure
To see your spring.
I didn’t make you a bridegroom
So don’t ever complain me about.
Your love has silently killed me
And buried me alive in the grave.
I developed hate for the world
And lost peace of mind.
May the beloved ones of every mother
Be safe, sound and healthy.
