Dark hour
Is her demise a dark hour in my life?, She had ruled the home honestly for forty years, As a guide, philosopher, preceptor and dedicated wife, I couldn't believe her separation through my innocent ears. I wondered to see her unlimited faith and love, She blossomed my extraordinary traits and habits, Several times, I tried those things to show and prove, She was the first educator who especially sent from the planets. Our home seemed like a temple without goddess, My eyes fed up for searching her in our vast place, Without her,I had become a wild beast, I turned a tamed animal after seeing her face, Her death shattered my life in the world, I felt someone loaded something on my little head, In me, her memories and hospitalities were encircled, I wanted to escape from the motherly bond and fled. I couldn't imagine the world without my mother, Always she followed me on the hard way like a shadow, I couldn't follow simply the foot print of other, No-one was ready and accept to share my sorrow.
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