Failure hunts us br Confused and glazed br Looking into vacancy br As the sun struggle to peep out br From the morning cloud br So we struggle against our unseen failure br br Wouldn’t there be a time we too br Throw caution into winds? br Duty for children seems like chains of slavery br Prisoner of our own flesh and blood br We sometimes feel lovely br But with fake enthusiasm br br Motherhood as a sorrowful journey br Motherhood as fighting a ghost br In their whining whispers weeps br Those teeth, those teeth, those teeth br Teeth that suppose to be their pride are neglected br br There will be a time when br The splendour of your beauty will showcase br These roses that are neglected br These roses that are discomforted br These roses that are ugly br br The skill of her peculiar stone br For you coloured love and erased hatred br All for the unworthy infants br Was is a cowardice that you protected us br But little did we see in nature that is ours br br Mothers even in death had no peace br You made the world to be a grassier road br Before her wandering feet br Busy old fools giving shelters to the unholy ones br Shine here to us and thou art everywhere br br We and the labouring world are passing by br Like the pale water in their wintry race br Leave and depend on those lonely face br Like water enters a coconut without any knowledge br So our mother watch us without father br br Father in the south with his working doctrine br Mother at the north to lull us to sleep br When day hides br Mother stay awake br When day breaks br Mother stay awake br I will rather come from a woman again br Children crying on top of their voice br Like wind whistling through the window.