In our home’s entrance, in the open space
A mother is sitting, light glows on her face.
Days after days, nights in the center
She opens the door for night to enter.
Provoked by her soul, veins of her sound
Never open a laughter ever profound!
She sees beneath the ruins of night
A dynasty is disillusioned in light.
With no sun, the happiness is her day!
The revolution of night is filled with pray!
She renews a thousand of hidden woe.
But when she downcasts her eyes low
To her self shadow, who doesn’t speak
She smiles, and remains unique.
Far from our eyes in a time unfounded
Her self shadow and she remain astounded!! ... Ellie bing