The kind mother

[Mohammad Ahmad]

Mother


She is the scent I smell with breeze
She is the delicious nectar of bees
She is my guider when it is dark
She is the pillar of home made of oak
Her warmth bosom cuddles me many years
How often she wiped carefully my tears.
What beautiful she when smiles to me!
What a kind mother is and lovely!
I look to her as if I am yielding to sleep
Over her tender bosom how often I leap
I play with her fingers while pats my hair.
She is the diverting figure when I am close to her.
Still I remember the innocence period of my childhood
What a petty man if he hasn't any honourable attitude!
How many times I slept with her feeling peace
Still I remember her warmth kissing on my face
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The dream took me beyond fifty years ago
Between farms and ripened ears singly I go
It took me beyond seas and remote oceans
It drifted me with its calm passionate motions.
With wings of smart pigeons, it took me far away
It towers me over the minarets highly upto sky
It seems as a heavenly moment never I deny
Think myself with swarm of birds I soar and fly.
Let me soar! O, mother let me soar
My journey approaches and never I bore