My Mother Is Ill

Mother is ill I don't have time now. One thing kills me In my day and dream And in every moment Where it 'll end? The lovely dreams are dyeing , Hopes are scattered , Their behaviour looks like robots, The humanity is in danger, Air burst out with protest and slogans.. How much pain does A heart can tolerate,? My mother shouts on dream Whoever is there come out. This is a call, An earnest request of ailing mother But they say- My mother shouts impertinent. But I do believe She is not in illusion. She is a mother! What to tell them. I decided not to tell anything to anyone But how can I control? I told you secretly Don't show your wickedness , Be honest My mother is ill now.