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I am
so sad about my mother’s death.
Life seems like the darkness of dark.
When I spend my time in this darkest night
I can only see the pure face of my mother,
White and soft.
Little babies were twinkling
In her warm lap with great comfort.
I wish to be there up in the sky with my mother.
When the night was windy and stormy
She just went to gather her little ones
And sit in her wonderful castle
Without harming those cruel men
Who came to make her problems.
From this, I came to know
About her gentleness and politeness,
Not having to defeat them with her bright lights. |
One
dark night I sat alone
Just enjoying sitting in the dark.
Silence was everywhere, even in the bat’s cave.
Suddenly a soft voice broke the silence
And I heard the words “My son”
As they came up towards me.
They kept vibrating in my ears for a few moments.
I was surprised by this voice and searched for it
As I looked up at the sky.
I came to know it was the moon talking
And she was in some sort of trouble.
Just then I replied back to her,
My mother,
To wait for me.
“I will come to you
Even if Hell should bar the way.
Mother, I miss you.”
And she said “Look for me by moonlight.
I will come to you by the dim light.”
Then, when I was about to touch her,
She went farther and farther away
And I could no longer see her white face. |
