We’re able children of our disable mother
Selling her
For the ladder
We’re blind
Blinded by the shine of a singing saint
Yet
We’re deaf
And dumb
She called and called
Until we let her go
She cried and cried
Until he laid her still
We heard and heard
Until we unheard
And served her
In the breakfast table
Of a godfather
We’re
Monster children of our tender
foster mother
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Mother's affection calls definitely. This very thought provoking poem shared....10
thank you.. but the saddest thing is her call goes unheard or may be we just pretend not to hear..