A Mother With Ailing Daughter.

She left her daughter for ever Gone to the heaven with a long breath Which was the end of a life, a poor woman Not by curse, but the circumstances Her life itself was suffering all through She was a mother loving her only daughter But the frequent seizures made things worse The poor daughter was only a poor human Nothing to do for her own for a living Depended the mother always for sustenance The mother's death a painful death for her Mother's love was the only enjoyment to her After every seizure, she was cared well But the mother was helpless before the death And she left her own child for destiny.