A Mother With Ailing Daughter. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

She left her daughter for ever
Gone to the heaven with a long breath
Which was the end of a life, a poor woman
Not by curse, but the circumstances
Her life itself was suffering all through
She was a mother loving her only daughter
But the frequent seizures made things worse
The poor daughter was only a poor human
Nothing to do for her own for a living
Depended the mother always for sustenance
The mother's death a painful death for her
Mother's love was the only enjoyment to her
After every seizure, she was cared well
But the mother was helpless before the death
And she left her own child for destiny.