In that hospital I was Watching that drip Running through veins And give that sick body another trip Clam remains Doctor explains Reason behind my mother's sick body's complains Nothing to worry Not to hurry Doc gave me some kind of slurry Mum aches sometimes in pain And sometimes in regret She thought we are late No mommy No regret Neither we are late It's God's grace Just embrace
What I remember when my mum was sick I explained in my Poem and I learnt how life examine you.