Our Poor Mother
Who is the constantly approaches and retires,
with eyes overflowing with tears?
Who is looking towards us with vain hopes?
she is my Mother! she is my Mother!
In the dark house what sad-faced
one has prepared the meals for us?
Whose is the food that no longer please our palates?
It is our Mother’s!
Oh! It is our Poor Mother’s!
– Rabindranath Tagore