My Illiterate Mother Poem by Runa Pradhan

My 'BOU'; my illiterate mother
Who is hitherto a fuel of my life ever
At where I feel illiterate myself at her illiterate literacy
And at where I go down at her uneducated efficacy

My illiterate mother never a day smothers
On any discourse of me with her
But sometimes she becomes sceptical
To my consent if it feels mystical to her

She can catch my words but I can't
Get her what she starts and ends
But ultimately I guess her what she
Gushes out at me in the sense

I pray at God that she would a bright star ever
Like Sun In world of my life and me too to her