Mother

Seventy years old, with her feeble weak hands searching for a strong supporting hand,

Still is matured with her shining white hairs,

The impact of harsh, cruel time act upon her hairs,                     

Worries, tension, and thoughts,

Yes, pains her weak heart for her children agonies,

Can read the infinite desires in her children eyes,

Abundant lust, worries in failures and success both,

Half mad each day is praying for the safety of her each child 'oh god keep safe them,               

      

Take my age to add to their life's

Give all their pain, sorrows worries to me'                         

Exploring all secret desires of her child,

Absorbing all poison, anger, hateration, worries, the lust of her each child,

As if purifying the virus of the minds,

She stores inside her strong energetic mind,                

All sorrows data of her child's mind,

She is still consoling her child,

Nourishing her child with loving consoling words,                            

We were nourished by her feed once again, old age feed,

As if she feeds us as small infants, giving us mental energy to our energetic strong body, ahh!!!   

As if we are sucking her never-ending patience, love, faith, hope until her heart bleeds