She fed the hungry,
the arrogant, the crawlers
the talkers, the walkers.
She kept herself hungry so
that rest can eat.
Never uttered a word of self praise
nor was there an inch of self loathing as well.
She never said no to the requests
of the toddlers nor the talkers.
She would wear old clothes
so rest of them could wear new.
She would walk miles
so that the rest could spare the walk.
She would fast in the name of imaginary being
so that the IB would not be angry for deeds
She would lose sleep waiting for the sleepless
she helped the crawlers to walk and talk.
Even when the talkers began
to talk back to her
My dad calls her his wife
i call her a idol of simplicity
she is my mother.
she is the walking talking
god who is non imaginary….
Cheers to life