ARE YOU AT REST?


Tossing your goals into the waste bin of life,
You never shed tears, though heart brimmed with grief,
Ghosts of shattered dreams, haunted day and night,
Sparking the fire of desperation, roar to fight.

With your little ones, facing the winding clime,
You strove to cover the nest with your wing,
Heartless wind ceaselessly, fought from time to time,
But, you never gave up the fight until you win.

Without a gleam of hope in the desert of life,
You stayed beside us, while storms are rife,
Feeding us with the last, remaining bit of bread,
Like a stony figure, starving, you eyed ahead.

Having put an end to the suffering of life,
Are you at rest, now, in your after life,
Not to burn anymore, in the flames of grief,
In the cauldron of troublous world’s terrible strife.

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A tribute to a mother who sacrificed her goals for her children.