ke.. ese jay phire phire
who turns her face in tears?..
whose gaze.. has longing dreams..?
we.. dash her hopes.. with fears..
my mother she is.. it seems..
whose words.. resound.. so sweet..
but.. we do not heed?..
we ducked.. her living speech..
my mother she is.. indeed..
who held us.. in her love..
but now.. she is bygone?..
forgotten.. by her son..
she is Mother.. everyone..
who lived in a humble hut?..
who fed us sacred grace?..
we forgot.. her kindness.. but..
she is Mother.. in her place..
