The Mother

She woke up early, and makes her routines for two works.
One for the family and the other also for the family; an earning job
She left home for office; worked hard and came late in the evening
Inhabitants of the house called WE were resting all the daylong fearing the hot sun and dusty wind outside.
She makes the food and cleans the house, washes our cloths and closed her eyes for and early morning wake.
She seasoned with the humiliations and hardwork and became THE SHE.

We made her eyes wet
We made her anxious
We made her viable
We made her head down
We made her desert her wishes
We made her desert her comforts
We made her nights sleepless
We made her hopeless
We made her pessimistic
We made her bankrupt
We made her a patient
We banned her medicines
We tore her dresses
We pour tar on her face
We injured her and salted her wounds
We made her homeless
We raped her in public
We killed her

When she vanished, we felt hungry
When she vanished, we felt thirsty
When she vanished, we felt insecure
When she vanished, we felt homeless
When she vanished, we felt bankrupt
When she vanished, we felt naked
When she vanished, we felt wounded
When she vanished, we felt being raped
When she vanished, we felt tarnished
When she vanished, we felt death
When she vanished, we died

The nightmare gone and we woke up
She was our bedside like an angel
She was caring us while we slept
She smiled and put her hands on our head
We cried aloud and hugged her
We called her MOTHER
All the universe joined our chorus.