Failure hunts us

Confused and glazed

Looking into vacancy

As the sun struggle to peep out

From the morning cloud

So we struggle against our unseen failure

Wouldn’t there be a time we too

Throw caution into winds?

Duty for children seems like chains of slavery

Prisoner of our own flesh and blood

We sometimes feel lovely

But with fake enthusiasm

Motherhood as a sorrowful journey

Motherhood as fighting a ghost

In their whining whispers weeps

Those teeth, those teeth, those teeth

Teeth that suppose to be their pride are neglected

There will be a time when

The splendour of your beauty will showcase

These roses that are neglected

These roses that are discomforted

These roses that are ugly

The skill of her peculiar stone

For you coloured love and erased hatred

All for the unworthy infants

Was is a cowardice that you protected us

But little did we see in nature that is ours

Mothers even in death had no peace

You made the world to be a grassier road

Before her wandering feet

Busy old fools giving shelters to the unholy ones

Shine here to us and thou art everywhere

We and the labouring world are passing by

Like the pale water in their wintry race

Leave and depend on those lonely face

Like water enters a coconut without any knowledge

So our mother watch us without father

Father in the south with his working doctrine

Mother at the north to lull us to sleep

When day hides

Mother stay awake

When day breaks

Mother stay awake

I will rather come from a woman again

Children crying on top of their voices

Like wind whistling through the window.