Mothers are like candles who burn themselves to shower their light of guidance, love and care.But, are we also loving her unconditionally?
WHY THE MOTHER WAS QUIET…
She sat alone on the chair,
Letting it down was her hair,
She was present in front of the eyes,
But truly was she there?
The lady who was always lustering bright,
Today why the mother was quiet?
Tumbled over the thought that something was not right,
What was troubling mother from day until night?
Has something gone wrong,
Or did she listen to someone’s sad song.
Lost in her thoughts, she looked at the sight,
Why the mother was quiet?
Couldn’t control the curious mind,
What happened wrong couldn’t find.
Suddenly the eyes grew wide,
There was something to confide.
Not good in the deeds,
In a moment, the life felt like scattered in beads.
How couldn’t it be realized,
That life was not at all mesmerized.
The moment, got to know, there was a blunder,
Now there was nothing to wonder,
Went; stood near her,
Gave the warmest hug to the dear.
She looked at me; I looked at her,
She didn’t say a word, nor did I utter.
That moment sparked a light in life.
Now the secret unfolds,
That why the mother was quiet.
RIDA YUMN AHMED