Ode to Mors

The days are unhurriedly figuring towards you

With pilling the punch of sins in my fate

I know you have seen my all sinning in live

But are all when curiosities and powers are on young

Now nothing left on my coin to purchase gift for you

And am not brave enough to enter your door,

I saw much bereavement across my experiencing stays

Now times are nearing to me and my parents

But ere you love me and call me to yours world

Let me share my heart of achieving goals to you

I am poor but life in semi orphan made me in poorer

Like others I got dad but I am unsavory to his reputation

My mom, victim of all sins with the tears of all sufferings

Still in the world of penury disrespecting in her age

But my Mors! Her actions of sins are all because of me

So I will try my true dedication of son to my mom

My mom is Buddhist but knows not about Buddha

Her daily dedication through morning offering

 By simple water seems to be going in vain

But still she has a good faith on religion

Now this is my liability to teach her with ken

And reach her in the significant places

So before I draw to a close of my promise

 Please give me the extra light on world

I saw many death people facing the fire

 By their senseless body of fearless

Though I die I should go from the same step

But before I reach my mom to heaven on live

Give me a chance to teach her with few lines

With basic philosophy of Buddhism in depth

I know the places of Buddha and it’s significant

The places which my mom vividly dream

So this is my duty as a son to reach her

At the place where she likes to go

But always help us by giving your trust

I saw many children and aged

 Without the perfect cares of humanity

With the beauty of suffering in pain

When they are left without any alternative

For them my heart should share pity of human lives

 With the tears of soreness I must guide them to rest

So ere you love me, let me share the gist of lives

When sun start to shine from west

And my hair start to reflect white colour

I am ready to offer myself with no regards

But let me to reach my mom in seventh heaven

 To listen the gods’ preaching with her love

And before I die let me do something worthy…