Mother

In the drawn light ,

My past was lying

Covered by some dew drops

Scarlet blood drops made

A new design

- My present

The black hands tore me and

I was drawn in a black hole

Suffering in the blackroom,

Dried by everyone, suddenly

The scorching sun made me wet

I found honor, joy, and strength.

From the farthest galaxy,

Someone questioned me -

Who are you??

I am no one but mother.