Sobbing of Mother

Sobbing of Mother Who would be more knower definition of love? When mother’s son sleeps untimely on the pool of blood Timid when fires bullet triggering gun Nozzle remains to outlet without cause There, price of tear of mother’s Crazy estimates fumbling fun Alas! Right track would have been there Ah! Could flow from the heart To them who are laid down Smeared with blood and dead Big salutations could flow from heart You paid price of the earth Mother remained sobbing Sometimes fainting and remembering Days of gone and past Toddler started these days to run fast Oh! Those remembrances stuck to heart Coming running and fallen on breast without fears That dash and punch on chick And caught and bit through lip Now all became heave of pain Mother remained seeing protracted son From today son shall not call mother Again son won, but your brave now slept on Forever and forever because a deceive has done Ambushing on earth demonstrators threw gun Mum forget me now on brave does not die, cast fun He sleeps for soil to bring distracted towards nation A cause of pain mother reminisce not only death Brotherhood should remain in country and on earth with faith As in game only players have right to hit the ball Why on politics poor people suffer fall! Fall!! Fall!!! Mistakes of leaders have caused to bear pain Many poor people are drown on sea being migrants and run This beautiful earth is for all and created by Lord Wonder there is! Why some claim only they need to shun! A puzzle to mother catching some notes of bundle Price of son to bear the all pain in vain This is modern culture of nation dwellers Neo-leaders have patted sons back with millions Old vultures are not leaving place to replace Poor denizens, not known their duties and obligations Struggles with friends not knowing foes Mother envisages casting eyes towards glass broken Turned and burnt vehicles on road and scattered drops of blood With sigh remembering dead son and deserted town forlorn Fallen tears blocked the path of sobbing mother No won remained to wipe tears and give solace in desert. Brother! This is not tale of single mother All are expecting peace and rising sun A bright future of newly born children So they are raising pride to build the nation Alas! There would have alive consciousness For the people by the people of the people A world class thought it is not only modern thought Mother envisages on TV and in Internet Why separation of demarcation for a tiny globe! Mother urges by heart solid your thought ‘O’ sons Instead classes and clashes, bear a big bright peaceful nation See only in Unity and united observation Of thought and quiet preservation There can bloom rays of development for nation Otherwise near is devastation A fear of corpse tranquillity, a dead shock for the nation Dark dreadful nights, with volleys of bullets and bombs Believe it or not, mother seems through her heart for nation.