My Mom

In the middle of the long lengthy nights
Sleep abandons me.sitting alone with bright lights
I think, contemplate and imagine my plights
they come in groups, in tribes and in Gega-bytes.

My mother is sick, aching and in lot of pains
the only woman  I trusted and loved with no restrains
in her womb I lived  rent free and her heart I took domains
on her food I thrived for months and galloped in piles
selfishly her flesh I took and drank her veins

she endured my delivery through the labor pains
I was there screaming ,"Hi I am here with a lot more strains"
Her Freedom I hijacked and put in chains
I treated her like mine, at all with no bill of rights
But my mom was happy and she always maintains
my pleasure and happiness she always sustains

Here in the land of strangers named the Moors
I grieve and moan with everything that rhymes
although my eyes are dry and I am faking smiles
Deep down my heart is flooding and torn to isles

May Allah grant you instant Health...
Allaha ku caafiyo Hooyo macaan..