Why can’t I recall the last time, <br />That you looked at me and asked, <br />Whether or not I was okay, <br />And why my feelings are hidden and masked? <br /> <br />Why can’t I remember the time when, <br />You held me close to your breast, <br />Telling me that you care for me, <br />And will be beside me during each test? <br /> <br />Why can I not see you anymore? <br />Holding my hand, wiping my tears, <br />It’s not the way I thought it was, <br />When you’d chase away my fears? <br /> <br />Why are you so far away? <br />Why are we so far apart? <br />When I am a vessel of yours, <br />Why am I so distant from your heart? <br /> <br />Why do I call you mother? <br />Why, secretly in you do I confide, <br />When you hold no love for me, <br />And leave me shameless with no where to hide? <br /> <br />Why do I feel so alone? <br />Stripped of all love, affection and passion, <br />Naked and unclothed of the warmth of joy, <br />Why must I abide by this fashion? <br /> <br />Why am I feeling this way? <br />Tell me, my mother, why? <br />Was there never a bond? <br />A bond of unity between you and I? <br /> <br />Why can’t I hear you? <br />Why don’t you answer when I call? <br />My mother, you’ve forgotten me, <br />And yet it’s not long; it’s not long since I was born. <br /> <br />I see you no longer, <br />You are out of sight, <br />You think of me no more, <br />For I am out of you mind. <br /> <br />The pain in me is great <br />My wounds and scars won’t heal, <br />Because death has been cruel to me, <br />It visited us to thieve and steal. <br /> <br />Those men in green <br />Holding guns and knives, <br />I thought they would help us, <br />But they only took our lives. <br /> <br />I don’t know if I will live on my mother, <br />I can’t hear you or see you anymore, <br />My life is now lifeless, <br />I don’t want to breathe anymore. <br /> <br />Why can’t you come back? <br />And embrace me in your arms, <br />Telling me its okay, <br />Planting the seed of hope in my palms? <br /> <br />Mother, I miss you <br />And will never learn, <br />Why you can’t just answer me, <br />And why they say you’ll never return.<br /><br />Rukhsar Ahmed<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/why-my-mother/
