THE CRY OF AN ABANDONED CHILD

There is a pain he wishes to share,

Wondering if any will stay to hear;

A pain transformed into trumpet,

To be heard by the dominant of the earth.

Is there any who seem to care?

Let him the burden of listening now bare,

As his circular canal called to clean

By removing the right and left holes beam.

Does his growth fascinate you?

Your tears may only him fool,

If you do not act to relief:

By praying for dew’s drop on the drying leaf

It is a pain infringe by a mother tree,

Who knows not how to care for her seeds

Therefore, leaving them to go search for pasture,

In the foreign field of rancor

The seed fell among thorns and stones,

And for long in the darkness groans

Finding some better path to light

If he could trace his ways out of the dark night

Many nights, many days,

In tears and pains passed away

Without hand visiting the mouth,

And stomach for long cried about.

Yet left to fend for nutrient

On the weary stormy gale of nature’s strength

Without a link to the root

Who his growth suppose now boost.

Wandering about like a lost sheep

Without the succor of a shepherd;

To him wrong and bad always alleged

Without any room for self defense

Many moving mountain to climb

Without the guard of the mother’s limb

But I am still climbing upward

Though without you seem awkward

Others home I see with prudent,

As mothers and father’s love flows in affluent,

Mother encouraging children to endure:

In climbing the lofty mountain grandeur

As for me who care,

No soothing word that cheer,

Even on a weary night;

When the night darkness subdued the light

How long will I continue to bear?

The lonely weary nights of tears

Who shall help out of this snare?

By making himself so near

Though without comfort I am consoled,

As the nature with rain, cool my thirsty soul.

Maltreated I endured,

When under the nature’s solemn sound secure.

Though discouragement grip my soul;

The rising shining sun suggest hope

On the lonely journey of life,

The moonlight also for faithfulness strife

Though abandoned by mother;

The loving solemn wind never murmurs,

When the eyelid of papa could not found,

The smile to lift from weary ground.

Dejected and despised was I,

While sailing on life oceans with strife.

As family, turn so ferocious,

I found friends proving friendly.

I found friend fully friendly for fun,

Even when the hand of the clock turns,

They never despise nor reject my plead,

But with care and love with me they feed.

Any single thought of the mother,

Is always like to be murdered.

Friends see life in me

But she seems not to know what it mean.

When the friendly sun sunned me dried,

It was as a meat fried

In a hot oil for long,

Perhaps if it could be prolong.

But to friend they want me live,

So all their care and love they give.

To them; for me to live is gain

And to die is shame.

To mother; if I die I die,

My memory is not in her file.

To her; if I live I live,

My odds never make her feel.

Oh, mother! Oh, mother!

Does it not you Now bordered

To lose your jewel to nature so faster,

Such jewel that give you painful laughter.

I came crying to make you smile,

That the pain of your travail may so soon fly.

All these you do not cherished,

So, leaving your jewel to perish

My precious dreams got shattered,

As stones and thorns on it hampered,

When she is not there to pick them off,

To help make my journey to the top

There is something great I really need,

Its dissatisfaction I always feel,.

When the joy of such moment look farther,

That I will be mother

Mother do not lose hope on me

I can always make you, what you want to be

Only if you just believe in this truth;

That I still love you.

Never lose hope to poverty,

For there is room for liberty,

If you will take me as a golden treasure

And your better hope of triumph.