The lullaby of mother

The lullaby of mother
He loved his mother,
His mother loved him,
Their love was huge,
And full till the rim.

One lullaby of his mother,
Had touched his heart,
Even in his pram,
He learnt half of its part.

The lullaby stated:-
“The child is the gift of god,
So the mother is the wrapper,
Their love in between ties their bond.”

It continued:-
“Neither the mother can live without the child,
And if a child loses his mother,
he would go wild.

The mother feeds a child,
From her breast,
She works and works for him,
Devoid of any rest.

But the child grows,
Is swayed by his wife,
Overlooks and abuses,
The one who saved his life.

So my child,
I believe in you,
You would love me,
Even if I go blue.

The child grew and loved the song,
He understood it and respected it as a hymn,
But in the war of weapons,
The child lost his mother and the mother lost him.

The boy became a man,
And excelled in melody,
And he married his darling,
Lass in tunic.

He went for his concert,
Signing many autographs,
He was accompanied by his lad,
And his own better half.

He made a mistake,
A mistake too crucial,
He forgot his song,
On seeing a feminine beggar in wrinkles.

He sang the hymn,
A hymn that he loved,
He received a loud shout approval,
And the beggar he hugged.

When their bodies touched,
He realized that the beggar was none other,
Than his parted soul,
His mother.

Then suddenly stopped,
The heart beat he felt,
He gave a cry,
And his icy eyes started to melt.

He removed his hat,
The hat made of leather,
A fierce storm,
Was the sign of weather.

He was returning,
Returning after bidding adieu to his mother in tears,
He was caught in storm,
And he met what mortal humans most fear.