......WE CALL HER BOU....

......WE CALL HER BOU....

She spends her life
By caring for her family..
While feeding her baby
She forgets her own meal..
While thinking for her children
She forgets her sleep.....
We call her Bou, the Mother
We call her the statue of life...

She kicks out her dream
She eats half a meal for her child...
She burns her happiness bit by bit
To warm her battle field....
She sings her whole life
To see her kitten coo....
She is our mother dear
We call her Bou....

She knows only to give and give
Receives nothing.....
Kills herself while alive
To make her baby a cosy swing....
She feels pain
When her chic suffers....
When her child stumbles
She sheds warm tears...
Suffering she knows only
Forgets to live how..
She is the living Goddess
She is our mother, the Bou....

She is never recognized
While alive..
She bleeds her entire life
Never takes a day leave..
A live example of dedication she is
She occupies no place in our memory..
Never waits for our pity
Never waits to listen us saying Mother, sorry....

©®BY SACHIDANANDA MISHRA