MY DAYS ARE COUNTED

My days are counted

Oh, my son, the only son

Face wrinkled, memories vague

It's me, mother, your old mother.

     Wished long, long ago, a little face to see

     Days not passed without prayers

     Blessed with you at last, in the old

     Happiest, the memorable moments.

Earlier me, your Dad

Called by Him, the wound unhealed,

Closed his eyes, frozen,

Only three you be, in my lap.

     Have I been a shadow to you

     From dawn to dusk 

     Had I  not tasted before you have

     Snore at sleep, only then me to bed.

Not knew the span long time

Near to me come, for the legs ungrip 

Hold my hands, just they tremble

Closer to me, eyes faded, gloomy.

     Oh, dear son, the only son

     My days are counted

     Had I been to you all,

     A little, just for me, before I leave.

sayed thangal