Is Mother already in Heaven that I should adore its Lord?
Or, having made her life Hell, must I take Mammon as God?
That Mum made fragrant the Earth, supplied its every dearth
Is the reason I bewail this my Benares but birth.
Envoi-
Tyrant! Mother is Quran, her face every page
That defeats anew every casuistry of rage.
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