Glorious mother

Those were my dark days

When I just wanted to hide my face

And escape the fiery arrows

That the mop so illiterate

Hailed on my face

To insult me

That I am still nowhere

To what I uttered.

Broken was I

Shattered were my dreams

And hope was far far invisible

That I wished to just give up

When a voice within me said

Is this what I imparted you

Reminded me of my mother

Who just stood in front of the crowd so violent

Only to declare that her child is just different.

How can I give up when all her eyes

Are fixed up on me to signature

What no one has dared to nurture

Only because my mother had hope in me.