Mother
I am a mother
Sad, old
Depressed and devastated
Once I was the sailor of a ship
Now, I am shipwrecked
Once my house was full of joy
My children walked, ran, laughed
Sang and danced
I had no time then
I fed them, clothed them
Taught them alphabets
Taught their lessons
Saw them growing
When they were babies
I kept awake at night
I didn’t have enough sleep
I sacrificed my comfort happily
My children were gifts of God
This was my greatest fortune
That I became a mother
I sacrificed my desires joyfully
I spent little for myself
I saved money for my children
I gave them good food and clothes
I admitted them to a famous school
I bought them toys and
Played with them
I took them to the parks and gardens
I had pleasure in doing
Little things for my children
Now they are grown up
I have become old
My golden days are gone
I spent my savings for my children
I thought my children
Would be my future
The waited future came
Which is insecure and uncertain
I depend on my children for survival
I do not blame them
They are too busy to spare
Some time for me
Life is complex
This is the age of comparison
And competition
They struggle much with
Their lives
They raise their children
There is no time to pay
Any attention to me
They have their spouses
Who treats me like an old furniture
They count me to be extra
They take me to be a burden on them
They treat me brutally
I feel that their home is not my home
I am unwanted guest here
I feel that I should find a shelter
Somewhere else
There are shelters for the old
But that is expensive
I am poor
I have no shelter on earth
My shelter is my grave
