My Life

In my life,

The role of a mother is empty.

By looking at me,

People feel pity.

I remember you go to school

Every day through that road.

I always stand there, begging,

Because going to school I can't afford.

Certainly, school is

A necessity for you.

For me, it's a luxury

Because the money I earn is few.

You have options

In your regular food habits,

But at the end of the day,

I eat leftover food bits.

Every night falls,

You listen to fairy tales,

For me, that time comes a threat

When my intoxicated father yells at me.

You were born

With a silver spoon,

My life is untracked,

As if my life lost the tune.