Mother's Helplessness. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

I am aged, aged, and ailing
The dear ones of me is missing
To give a helping hand to continue
The journey of life to continue
The old mother of five exclaims
She was tired, and tiresome in look
Mother the great word of sacrifice
Mother the great world of love
Mother the great word of affection
The word of selfless sacrifice
I felt myself guilty representing
As a son of a beloved mother always
Years before this mother had worked
To eke out a living for her family
I have seen the bundle of provisions
Carrying to home with pride ever
There she bought some sweets to children
A great mother ever and tried her best
The children grew as adults and employed
But no time to look after the mother
A hopeless world she looks now
With such exclamation in mind of love
I feel it there must be some love
That children owes their parents
And give such care and concern always.