Keshav Nepal
USA

Dear oh Mother ! Since you parted,
Gloomy are my days, away is the happiness darted.
What the burden! What the pain!
Did you bear, just to make me gain !

And when I had my turn to bear
The burdens, pains and tears as my dear,
You are gone the way of no return,
Fare the well !! Oh mother, fare the well.

You never gave me a chance to hold your last breadth,
For,  angel were you sent by god to tread,
So never wanted thou, your son to be in mess,
With largest bowl of thanks, fare thee well.

I wish you lived for hundred more years,
To guide me right and sooth me in fears.
Poor me! Being short fate, can’t help envying others,
For, live they with sweetest and loveliest mothers.

Had only the cruel God spared thee free!
Last drop of happiness would the world squeeze unto me.
Mother! Why didn’t you live? Your son’s charms to see,
Though smoulders  he, still smug to be a Refugee.

Know you not how much your children miss,
Filthy was the force that snatched our bliss.
That awesome thing, couldn’t stand to see,
Babies being loved by their noble bee.

Exhausted are our tears so we bow,
In respect to our mother in memories of row.
Fraudest of deals made HE,
Good bye mother, Fare to thee!!!!

28/7/1994
SJC, Darjeeling

Dedicated to our dear lovely mom: Writer