Mother

Initiated by giving her, numerous pain,

But she always knew, it was her biggest gain.

Could see dreams without falling asleep,

Transformed a walking doll to me, just by weep.

Stands as my sole inspiration,

Can never bear any sort of separation.

Her love, so pure yet perpetual,

Ought to be related for her being spiritual.

So weak by her heart, yet I see her never apart,

Combines me to a single part, lets me never depart.

Can still feel limpidness and serenity,

Yet so bold stands her activity.

Often used by others, for her heart’s transperance,

O mother, you are the best part of my remembrance.

Have seen her all alone in a fight,

Could never digest injustice in her sight.

Wish to be offered such a blessing,

Could sleep on her lap before leaving.

Money and honey can satisfy my desire never,

 Its only her patting that gives me pleasure forever.

Life was never meant to be fair

We all want life, like a bed of roses,

But don’t accept thorns when success closes.

We adore the beauty and calmness of the moon,

Shouldn’t we accept it with the crater’s in a state of zoom?

Working our hearts out just for the sake of money,

So worthless is it, can’t even buy me my honey.

So superior stands our ego against other’s heart,

Obviously condemning others makes our outlook smart.

The world is bad, full of betrayals,

But dear, there is yet to engrave lots of grayals.

For once stop your routine, and listen to this poet,

It has always been your choice to face love or hatred.

Watch at the night sky, the moon, the stars and the black,

Engross in it totally as if your dreams were allowed to slack.

Arise, and stand bold with a notion to be happy,

For god won’t consider your life worthy, if it were sobby.

Praising the whole creation of the almighty,

Tell yourself, you are lovable as well as mighty.

And whenever you are low, don’t give the world a fuck,

Just remember me and this poem and get rid of this bloody muck.