Let the start be a dedication to my mother
My mouth dry,
Lips fry,
Sunken eye,
Couldn’t cry,
Lay dead,
Unfed.
Nurses and doctors surround,
Needles and stethoscopes around,
It was my surgery day,
To operate my spine,
And to make me fine.
I was ill,
And a kid still,
From morn to noon,
Not a grain in spoon,
With hunger I wept,
Lots of pain inside, I kept.
Still crying, crying like hell,
Hunger and only hunger to tell,
Hunger for a kid to bear,
Oh……really unfair.
On my mother’s lap, I lay,
My voice unable to say,
A drop on my lips, was my mother’s tears,
Her face was all in fears.
Amma, days went fast,
And still today that taste last,
The taste of your tears,
Today vanishes all my fears,
And people say,
I remember you in a different way….
