A Mother From a Retirement Home
/It is a plea for a transformation in the present condition many mothers are facing at retirement homes and in isolated corners like rejected old furniture.
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The day you came in
The world my dear
The Heavens envied
My pleasure I swear
The nine months' discomfort
And all my labour pain
Instantly turned into
A delightful gain
To see you beside
On delivery bed
Congratulating words
Of nurses and maid
I resigned my career
Without delay
Your nourishment and care
Engaged all my day
It was a moment
Rare in my life
I still, remember
Your activities at five
Perceiving exalted relish
At your attention
I cancelled my tours,
Holidays and function
Arranged your luxury
As I could afford
Even postponed things
Essential to my accord
But you don't worry!
I've kept no record
Far-very far away
You have gone
My beloved son
And only one
Do you feel shame
To call me Momma?
The retirement home tames me
But causes my trauma
Each day identical tales
From someone I hear
That remind my
Disrupted nights Oh dear!
Liberate me please
From this nightmare
At this age I can neither
Fight nor bear
Shelter me in
Your Tommy's kennel
If you please
Complaints and grievances
I'll never release
I wonder if you hear
My unvoiced invocation
Before you come to
Attend my funeration
Will you respond
My unheard plight
Before you're invited to
My funeral rite?
Before you're invited to
My funeral rite?
By Dipesh Kumar Bhagat
From: Nepal
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