Mother
In her womb she carried her child nine months,
Bliss and joy he brought forth.
Satiate her a ray of hope in newborn eyes,
She bosomed her gracile in first cry;
Nurtured, fostered and fledged.
He grew up a young lad,
Belligerent and wasteful he turned,
Scathe her emotions and physical,
Never heed mother's wist.
deplore her for damsel beauty,
Abandoned and ill he felt;
whence mother's forbearing love aided.
Spued blood for months,
And in no hope of survival,
Mother's earnest prayer and supplication convalesce him,
Lackadaisical and Impenitent natured,
By and by he erst,
Wend the lady who abased him his manhood;
His love forsook,
His last days embodied in insobriety.
On the day of funeral oration;
Mother retold unchanging love for her child,
And tears that never dried,
Bid her son last adieu,
And lived the rest of her life bewailing,
Till one day her body gave away to ageing,
And died a mother whose love for her son
Never be bought by any gold or silver.
poem by Sukkum Chang
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