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..
