My Greatest Pain

Making ends meet, dad was always boxing mum For all i can trace and gun Mighty hand when will mum and dad stop punching in this ring of ours? Mum has been the dad amidst manly chores the tide of tussle toil round our hut As i grade the route of crowning mama proud She given the greatest shock from his fist And right at the burning flood of her blood She gave up to life And i was trading the route of watery grief 'Mother, from those frosty punch of daily troubles The wonky meal you tried to erase Now pound on your ward As i grease under left overs From the brim of begging and wealthy containers' Dripped from the walls of a loving relative My shadows are function to weary songs For this has been my greatest reverie Oh! My candles are now as a fading moon For mother beckons from beyond Mother, this is where it hurts.