Oh mother, I am so weary; can you not <br />gather me in your arms and never let <br />me go. Oh mother, my arms are outstretched <br />in supplication, in supplication <br />for your embrace; but you are never here, <br />never near. I beseech you to hear my <br />voice crying; crying out for you; mother, <br />mother, mother, mother, mother. <br /> <br />Oh mother, I am the child you bore; <br />the child you tore. Would it have been <br />better if I had never come from your <br />womb? I am; I am a motherless child. <br />I stretch out my life force in supplication; <br />in supplication; receive me. I am <br />your child; your first born. Receive me <br />for I have done no wrong. Hold me to <br />your breast forever.<br /><br />Mahfooz Ali<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mother-15/
