A Mother's Dream

As I slept one night I saw this dream Which further increased my vexation

I dreamt I was going somewhere on the way Dark it was and impossible to find the way

Trembling all over with fear I was Difficult to take even a step with fear was

With some courage as I forward moved I saw some boys as lined in nice array

Dressed in emerald‐like raiment they were Carrying lighted lamps in their hands they were

They were going quietly behind each other No one knew where they were to go

Involved in this thought was I When in this troupe my son saw I

He was walking at the back, and was not walking fast The lamp he had in his hand was not lighted

Recognizing him I said “O My dear! Where have you come leaving me there?

Restless due to separation I am Weeping every day for ever I am

You did not care even a little for me What loyalty you showed, you left me”!

As the child saw the distress in me He replied thus, turning around to me

“The separation from me makes you cry Not least little good does this to me”

“Do you understand what happened to this? Your tears have extinguished this”!