In the dark corridors, where my shadow quietly roams;
There used to be my mother, who is now away from home.
Through pain and struggle, she stood very bold and bright;
And treated her thorns with great love and care.
My Mother’s life has been unkind, yet her heart continues to endure;
The pain and the inner leech, which make her sugar unstable.

She gave me her love and wisdom amidst her adversities;
I am her Foster-Son, whom she loves endlessly.
With each pinch of pain, her strength increases;
Even when her body and mind pleads for a temporary-realese.
Our bond...