What is Mother

Mon, 05/17/2021 - 00:21 -- HB Rita

As far as I remember, 

Who cracked the bones of her body 

to give birth to me, and 

threw away all her hobbies and desires as a teenager;

She is my mother.

In a responsible life who deprived 

from her freedom just for me, 

She is my mother.

While surviving in a joint family, 

who was being hungry but fed to me her shared; 

She is my mother. 

Despite the neglect of her husband and others, 

who kept holding the family for me,

She is my mother.

To say one's wealth was just a kitchen, 

and the freedom of rights was only free to cry;

She is my mother.

The one who stills giving me safe shelter 

in her old age and tells me that I am safe and alive, 

She is my mother.

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world

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