Mother

Mother, your love gone brimmed

Your dear dead or agonizing

you softness like silk

counsel the mother pearls

In the cradle of your womb

you begin to educate

chant the sacred sentence

mother always hum for me

Mother, when you contain the jessamine

year voice felt numb

nothing feels the mother

in anguish and grief

Of the mother eat in kitchen

inert skin exposed to fire

months on the mat

eat rice with salt

No never cracked affection for son

day and night myself you breastfeed

mother sang when I was in the swing of remembrance

lap is your son vehicles

When the son a little fever

drugs sought by father

no rain ignored

lightning into the lamp

mother ... oh ... oh ... the father

You will not be reciprocated services

throughout the ages.