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