My mother
a mom
no comparision
with her bosom, her heart, her affection...
Looking at my picture
my mother has chocked with tears
and had asked-
'where is my child?
when he will come back? '
She knows i am living abroad
Almost everyday i talk over phone
But the moment she look at my picture
Her eyes become tearfull
And she forgets all about reality
Just wants to see i am at home
that when she calls me
I must reply from any place of our compound-
'Yes Mommy I am here.'
My mother
a mom
no comparision
with her bosom, her heart, her affection...
She has been suffering from schizophrenia
since the event of being born of mine
But
contemplating on my childhood,
I am bewildered-
what a surprising mom i have had!
My memory shows it clear-
I were cared by my mother with full attention!
Because of her long illness
she has been living unconcerned about
the familial social play of tricks.
Politics of power can not touch her life
My mother
a mom
no comparision
with her bosom- her heart, her affection...
sarwar chowdhury
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-miraculous-mother-my-mom/
