Mother awaits her son

she hasn’t seen him for long , she, the mother of the only son

her patience awaited till today, in a hope her child returns

unable to withstand lately, her motherhood shouts out loud

“god, it hasn’t been fair to me, he needs to be my cradle now”

the heart of the pathetic  mother stands in a grief 

now, her faith has disguised , she hasn’t seem to believe

though from a death bed, watching the sun as it sets,

she hasn’t stopped praying “almighty, bring my son back to me today”

she knows how she’s been treated, she knows how it feels

nevertheless, tends to live more, even that counts living  as a mentally ill

god had taken her child when she could fight back her emotions

and now she asks god to gift her back, coz she is no more able

she knows she can have him again

she dreams of hearing her son walk up to her,

she dreams of him throwing a heavenly smile 

she believes she can see him before her death just for a while

the world understands not, laughs on her nonsense.

Yet she waits for a miracle before her death

She longs to see her child once, while she is awake

Cruel almighty doesn’t seem to hear the mother’s soul

Only if she could overcome her grief, 

and the truth, she could accept it as the whole..