MY MOTHER

Oh! Mother I will prostrate and bow to your warm enclosure
I will discharge impotence that inhibits my arrogance
With your blissful beam,the gates of eternity metamorphoses into great
And my light will ignite from all opaque grave

Mother,I will embrace you with inking praises
My praise will outrun my own blames
And my defamed pseudonym will drive like shiny blades
Then my light will ignite like acrostic flame

Oh! Mother just like a joyful Eagle
I will glow in your nurture
My mysteries will be defeated by hopes in the battle of your prayers
And under your canopy I will grow and glow

But mother,my blood curdles
I tear and froze at the desperate candles
The spear that crushes the might of men
And draft the ground for their end

How I wish you are here
For the reactions to fumes of seduction radiates,
This lady has drain my rays to the grave
Ah! Mother,come to my aid, for I fear this lady ghost