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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