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My Ailing Mother
My Ailing Mother
As they say “ Angels are in heaven
And mother on earth”
Who nurturing an embryo in her womb,
To a child gives birth.
Bearing the pain for nine months never
A sigh on the face,
Throughout living in fantasies, weaving dreams
With decent grace.
That pure soul pillar to the family, at times
In tears but no regret,
The warmth of her touch, the gift from God, who wouldn't agree, I can bet.
Today that pillar on the threshold of life
Is losing its hold,
Some mischievous act of a devil
Quite inhumane with blood cold.
The waves of fear, anxiety, distress
Send a shiver to my veins,
The more I want to hold her, the farther
To me seem the reins.
So broad, so vivid is the future
Written on her face,
Struggling every moment, blank looks, she may
Or may not win the race.
Body fragile, mind wavered and
Gloomy is the face,
Motionless, the state of the body, not even ready
To accept a brace.
For my ailing mother, there seems to be
No way I could help,
In despair, I cry, I bang, I desolate,
To my own self, I skelp.
Why would it happen to a soul with complete
Surrenderance to Almighty day-night,
And helping one here, one there, expecting least
Always ignoring the fight.
She never bothered for any trial matters
Such was her inner core,
Always calm, composed, even in despair,
People would always swear.
But now when the waves of her life not only shiver
But are dying,
With marks of fatigue, restlessness, An anguished soul Seems crying.
How much I wish to steal few more summers and winters
From Nature’s hub,
Where she would remain with us happily and the shoulders Again we could rub.
Miracles do happen as that is my strong faith,
And my belief,
From this anguished state, the Almighty to her
Would send some relief.
Nothing beyond prayers is what I
As a daughter can do,
Kneeling before God, liting some candles
And conch to blow.
The spiritual waves will turn into medicine,
Blessings will shower form His kingdom,
This too is the law of Nature and the strong
Belief and faith of Adam.
