Dr Ranjit Dutta Poet Verse

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.

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