Mother, I may have been a naughty child, <br />But I am your child nevertheless! <br />You own the world, mother, you are the queen of the world, <br />And look at me, I go about in the habit of a beggar. <br /> <br />You are bent on neglecting me, <br />But I love you anyway, it is you, only you that I call upon. <br />Just as a child runs to his mother even after she has scolded him, <br />So do I run to you. <br /> <br />How could you push me away from you, mother, <br />You are my mother, are you not? <br />Oh, why did you cast me away, mother, <br />Leave me to play in the dust? <br />I would have been a better child, <br />Had only you been a little more kind to me. <br /> <br />I am sad and angry, mother, <br />I shall go away anywhere my eyes and my feet take me to. <br />I do not care now whether i live or die now, mother, <br />I am going away.<br /><br />Kazi Nazrul Islam<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mother-i-may-have-been-a-naughty-child/
