Chirutha

You can see her where clams dream
There you see small boat with clams
There is no fixed hours or toiling
She sees both sunrise and sunset both at work

She is toiling for her only child
Her skin never saw sun screen
When mom dreams big of her son
The sun never mild on her at work

Did you notice her aging day by day
I saw it but not by day by day
Her son became a prince in later years
Chirutha became mother of prince

Concrete houses in city had sun shades
She controlled sun rays after decades
Chirutha says journey was worth closer to end
She claims life path paved with hard rocks

There stands the single mom so proud
Her son makes her world and beyond
Chirutha dreamed in the midst of nowhere
Why I can’t even dream in a normal day

Reviews

[Arundass TP]

Interesting poem portraying a mother's life, and how it is dependent on her son. Good work 👍

[Linda alexander]

My poetry usually four or eight lines. This poem is from a real life I observed when I was in school age. I changed name of person that is all. Hope you all like it