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A Mothers Dream

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One night while sleeping
I dreamt
Seeing which I began
To get impatient

I saw that
To a place I am going
Where everywhere was dark
And paths are not reaching

As I proceeded
With the confidence I gathered
A queue I saw
Where boys had assembled

Emerald-like garment
They were wearing
In every hand
A little lamp was burning

Without making any noise
To and fro they were moving
Lord alone knows
Where exactly were they going?

While in this thought
My son did I find
Standing in this set
And left behind.
He was at the back 'coz he was not quick.
The lamp in his hand Was not getting burnt.
I said 'Dear One! Remember me.
Leaving me behind, Where have you come? Restless I am In your separation Enjoining I am A necklace of tears To us you have showed No concern at all The wound once healed Loyal you are not at all When saw the children My fret and fume Turning his face The reply came If you are sad When from you I separate Neither for your lad Is there any profit (in separation)! Saying this, the child For sometime remained quiet.
Then lamp in his hand held He spoke thus: Are you wondering, What to this is happening? Your tears flowing Has barred it from burning.

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