What if, a birthday never comes without the mother being alive.
What if a mother never dies?
What if the little child grew up
Seeing her mother, doesn't need to live all these?
And feel like thousands and thousands lump growing in her throat.
Screaming at her to allow them out
Through the never blinking eyes.
What if a birthday never comes without a mother?
What if the daughter never has to feel her mom'a body decay under the ever dissolving soil?
The father should hug his own child and comfort her.
What will it take? some love and some console?
Waking up feeling the mother is no more

To greet her, wish her, celebrate her birthday anymore.
Feels to the daughter as a punishment
For being born, torn from the breathing cord.
Crying like a newborn over her loss
The daughter spends hours and hours locked in a room.
What if her death occurred not of the one she loves the most?
What if her life too, takes the flight to the upper sky with her soul?
Reuniting with her mother is all she wishes
for her twentieth birthday, crouching in front of emptiness.
Vast life is a black hole to her now,
She is afraid to lead on; scared to losing herself in the chasm of nirvana.
What if she lives and fights but looses?
What if the myth of happy life doesn't exist?

Pondering over the little blissful memories she thought to herself,                                                            How can one be joyous without being with the mother?                                                                                  It hurts, it really hurts when she opens her eyes                                                                                                  Reality crashes down on her like a pile of unsolved burden.