Mother Poem by P.A. NOUSHAD (SHOMSI)

She serves me food
before I travel to the city
far away from my home
or to distant places,
my mother is very particular
to feed me full,
she touches my soul
with her sweat,
as I am trapped by the computers
she is very busy
arranging food grains and vegetables
in my house,
even the moon and the stars
sleep on her lap
without hunger
I dream, on some nights,
dear ma, I feel the token of eternity
in your consoling words
and I keep you in my bosom
ever
where I feel, love and affection
dwell together.