MOTHER

i thought it was work

life riddles with wealth and fame

what matters are the worldly expectations

and all this while

you were left alone

to complete the last puzzle...

it is not that you were not important

all my life you are the queen of my heart

but sometimes i am too blinded

fooled by my ego, my false dream...

l listened to you with my ears

not with my heart

i touched your hands

but not your soul

i took for granted that i care

but actually you were left alone

trap in the death snare

faith sometimes can be very cruel

yet life is full with ups and downs

now the fragile old lady is no longer there

the sofa is lonely

and the living room is so empty

i do not deny the truth

death is part of life

yet emptiness begins to grow

as happiness changs to sorrow...