Why can’t I recall the last time,
That you looked at me and asked,
Whether or not I was okay,
And why my feelings are hidden and masked?

Why can’t I remember the time when,
You held me close to your breast,
Telling me that you care for me,
And will be beside me during each test?

Why can I not see you anymore?
Holding my hand, wiping my tears,
It’s not the way I thought it was,
When you’d chase away my fears?

Why are you so far away?
Why are we so far apart?
When I am a vessel of yours,
Why am I so distant from your heart?

Why do I call you mother?
Why, secretly in you do I confide,
When you hold no love for me,
And leave me shameless with no where to hide?

Why do I feel so alone?
Stripped of all love, affection and passion,
Naked and unclothed of the warmth of joy,
Why must I abide by this fashion?

Why am I feeling this way?
Tell me, my mother, why?
Was there never a bond?
A bond of unity between you and I?

Why can’t I hear you?
Why don’t you answer when I call?
My mother, you’ve forgotten me,
And yet it’s not long; it’s not long since I was born.

I see you no longer,
You are out of sight,
You think of me no more,
For I am out of you mind.

The pain in me is great
My wounds and scars won’t heal,
Because death has been cruel to me,
It visited us to thieve and steal.

Those men in green
Holding guns and knives,
I thought they would help us,
But they only took our lives.

I don’t know if I will live on my mother,
I can’t hear you or see you anymore,
My life is now lifeless,
I don’t want to breathe anymore.

Why can’t you come back?
And embrace me in your arms,
Telling me its okay,
Planting the seed of hope in my palms?

Mother, I miss you
And will never learn,
Why you can’t just answer me,
And why they say you’ll never return.

Rukhsar Ahmed

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