The Helpless.

Whenever a pain disturbed me I called on you Whenever a crisis fallen to me I called on you When I suffered something sorrowful I called on you To get some relief and soothing words When finally a death came to our home I cried and wept in silence Then called on you Hoping for some mental relief After a while I adjusted Knowing well you are not approachable You are in abode of peace in another world I knows your love and care In childhood days you asked me to eat well To study well, and play well It was my mother that I still calls.