In Search Of Mother

When the sun descends in the west

And the cloak of darkness spreads

Away in a small room, in the bright moon

Held in his hand a beautiful piece of sand

Stands a boy staring at the sky.

He asks then to the Savior of all

With tears in eye, but a dim bright smile

O God, where is my Mother ?

 

When the winter kisses the earth

And the snow covers miles for even more

And the sky becomes extremely sore

Just like a cloud on a doubtful round

The boy looks at the Heavens, with a blanket in hand 

Dear God, is my Mother cold...

 

When the monsoons arrive,

And the nature sheds its tears

Again with an umbrella in hand,

And a hope in heart never to end

Stands amidst the green fields

The boy asks the trees

Can you give this to my mother 

Wherever she is?

 

When again the sun is bright

And spring comes to the sight

And the Nature dances to the tune of the birds

The curious little boy, 

Jovial and filled with joy

Waits for the arrival of his mother...

 

The days pass by, the weeks fly away,

And the passing years make the boy grow

But still with a smile and curiosity for miles

He wait for his mother's soul...

 

The boy is now on the streets

But still with a divine meek

Asking the passer for some food

Give me some water or some bread

Is that he cries to..

But the passer by, with not even a sigh

Refuse his cry for the good..

 

The boy at night,

Again with tears in eyes

Shivers in the cold and coughs

But still he stands and waits

Near the window pane

Searching for his mother's sight......