My son will be a polite king in the near future, <br />A farthest poor country. <br />I am sure that you donate all the horses <br />To a zoo and travel in a public bus. <br />You leave the palace for home for the elders <br />And reside in a rented house. <br />You pawn your crown <br />And spend the wealth for the needy men. <br />Soon when other kings propose their daughters <br />Definitely you say ' I am sorry '. <br />And you choose an innocent farm lassie as your partner. <br />She gives you precious children and whatever you want. <br />And you never think of a harem. <br />You live the entire life in harmony. <br />One day you become old like others. <br />You catch illness as mild influenza <br />And it may leads to fatal. <br />Not to worry my son! <br />I keep you a place in my bosom <br />And sing this lullaby until you rest in peace. <br /> <br /> <br />* Dedication to my deceased loving mother Esme. My heart still laments for my <br />dearest poor mom! . You taught me to recite thousands of lullabies in your melancholy voice. ' A poet lives in every individual but some they do not aware'. I remember that you have written this phrase somewhere a long time ago.The only fault I see in your heart is the unlimited love.You gave me the hope to walk on this gravel road..........thank you very much Mom! I cry secretly thinking of you. <br />Please show me the way and advise me, <br />Where I have to start & finish this journey? I feel always that you are beside me. Mom! I am sorry, as I am helpless now.<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mother-earth-s-lullaby/
