Oftentimes i ask why
lot of things blur my mind
in my thought I cannot discern
void feeling numbing my conscience
i sometimes lost control over my words
a mum seems right doing things all times?
Mum knows best
of almost about all things
real or not, this is the norm
about all mothers in the world
got to listen to her for advices
as though there is none else to go.
Being the closest to her heart
resenting words could hurt our mum
and rationalizing would mean disrespect
to her mind we offsprings are replicas
of her existence, her pride and ego.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thats cool how you used your moms name with the first letter of every line.