She whispered, 'You are my son, my moon and my star.'
He turned away in shame and walked afar.
To the mother, who breathed life in him.
To the one, who cuddled and sang sweet hymns.
To her unconditional love and appealing sacrifices.
To ma, who raised him and gave life advices.
Walked him to the ends of the earth,
But he left nothing to believe in, worth.
She lives with hope and a chance,
He is stubborn and made a stance.
She still muttered, 'You are my son, my moon and my star.'
Yet, he ignored and walked afar.