She knows it all
She is not well now
Her song is twittering
Her melody of affections is withering away
She is without a language of similes or metaphors
Her fingers are not used to pen her thoughts
She knows it all
But hides everything
To reveal life is still desirable
There is a blank in her eyes now
A truth
This is the final hour
Of final moments
Bhartendu Second
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mother-1/
