Sadat Khan Poet Bio

For My Mother

For My Mother 

Finely tuned in that umbilical cord, 
A had a form-decoy; 
Cried out to tell the story untold 
Of life, a little ‘bundle of joy’. 

In all her warm shields 
Cloistered me when I’m bare, 
Every drop of tear I shed 
Sucked by her care. 

When I closed my eyes,
She kept open, 
Lost in her prayers for us, 
Whereas her comforts were stolen. 

Tied in that umbilical cord 
The moan still hums
She had done all she could afford 
To make all fare terms. 

Mother of mine 
My  love benign, 
Your love has so strong a let 
I am beaten by it, am, tiny, tiny yet.

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