Mother Takes Care of Me
She always loves us the most
We cannot pay her any cost
For any kinds of her pure aid
That she has given us or said
She sleeps but with open eyes
Our minor sigh makes her rise
When she tries to go fast asleep
We tickle, toilet or urine indeed
She is a bank where we store
Our hurts, worries and lots more
As we play and enjoy at schools’ yard
At home we do same at mothers’ heart
Hostility to the mother as I witness
Becomes an index of mental fitness
One who lives away from his mother
Assets, cohorts assist him nor other
Her blessings are upon us forever
We hurt her many she hates us never
Her heart is a deep abyss where in fact
We find true forgiveness for all we act
An ounce of mother is precious even more
Than a ton of priest which cared before
We can not imagine how is the priest’s seat
Yet we know the heaven lies under HER feet
Muhammad As’ad Qasmi
10/05/2007
