My mother br a mom br no comparision br with her bosom, her heart, her affection... br br br Looking at my picture br my mother has chocked with tears br and had asked- br 'where is my child? br when he will come back? ' br br She knows i am living abroad br Almost everyday i talk over phone br But the moment she look at my picture br Her eyes become tearfull br And she forgets all about reality br Just wants to see i am at home br that when she calls me br I must reply from any place of our compound- br 'Yes Mommy I am here.' br br br My mother br a mom br no comparision br with her bosom, her heart, her affection... br br She has been suffering from schizophrenia br since the event of being born of mine br br But br contemplating on my childhood, br I am bewildered- br what a surprising mom i have had! br My memory shows it clear- br I were cared by my mother with full attention! br br Because of her long illness br she has been living unconcerned about br the familial social play of tricks. br Politics of power can not touch her life br br My mother br a mom br no comparision br with her bosom- her heart, her affection...