Mother's heart

Oh flower of

Sweet fragrance! you were

There

But fails to prove with them

Before falling from a tree

You have not seen the foliage

And asked leaves what is

Immortality like man

You were not used in love by

Him

Like you, he is also lonely

Discarded as useless trying

To bury and suffocate him

His desperate strivings meet

Never meaning of life

And reach to perfection

As like how we feel the torso

But even others consider him useless his soul still hopes

Somebody like him waiting for him

Would it be true rendezvous?

Or infected like others show of

Make-believe?

Or not exposing himself to help

Not reveal his secret of

How he overcomes death

Without true love.

Or is it a better phase to seek it in

Oneself in spirituality. 

Or still, you felt it as serving slavery

And searching like begging.

You have to be like an innocent Child

To have everything at Beck and

Call on your disposal.

You are searching for that mother's

Heart everywhere