Since you were untied
They twisted your arms
Since you were wide
They sprinkled all their charms

Your gratis favors to man
Are often unsung till span
As simple as that, these lads,
Never they were grateful and glad

Why you do resist all?
All that is piled on you
All the glare of the great sun
And all the mess of the step son

Perhaps they quit to heed you
Your sorrow, hue and cry too
Not aware that, you’re are solely
To be relied on, out of the eight

Air plants they can raise
Vast seas and mounts to gaze
Spare water and aid the fauna
Nowhere to outlive besides you,
Mother!

By AADHILA ANEES