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Mother O! Mother
Mother, O! Mother
Shriek of my sores
Had promised me a cure
They took me on this road
So dark and so cold
Heaves of agony
Getting harder to bear
Trails of my blood
That they leave behind
Is finally taking its tool
Mixed with some rain
As I collect them again
Into the destiny of my years
Mixed with some thorns
Presented by the roads
In a hope that day
They might let me rest
Yet a longing for the years
That have left me behind in tears
Throws me back on this quest
At least that these sours
Start to heel on their own
Before the monsoon rains
Load of this bag
Getting heavier to drag
I hear someone brag
And they watch me decay
As if they are saying;
“For these are the sours
Presented by this atrocious world
Impossible to heal
They have no cure”
They hurts if I cress them
They screams if I blow
They bite if I offer to soak
In the tears of my pangs
Oh! Dear Mother
I am feeling all alone
Pain from these sores
Are always hungry for more
They cry like a toddler
Filled with despair
I offer them some food
That they do not eat
I offer some warm milk
That they hate to drink
They cry day and night
Its hard for me to cope
I finally had them eat
Some flesh from my heart
“Oh! Dear Son,
Life is nothing, but a moment
Stretching constants in time
Moments from your past
Plights of your present
Scriptures in a book
Some laughter and some cry
Some filled with triumphs
And tragedies alike
They pass away with a blink
Do not give them a chance to think
From these moments in time,
You have to steal for yourself
A moment called “Lifetime”
Nick Kler
