Guest guest Posted October 17, 2005 Report Share Posted October 17, 2005 There was a poor woman who had a sick son. once he fell very ill and the mother watched anxiously by his bed side ignoring her food and sleep. the poor mother saw death enter her lovely cottage and snatch the child away. Atonce she rose and ran desperately after and Death ran fast. the mother bravely chased.On the way she met Night which demanded all the lullabies she used to sing to show the way in which death took her son.she sang in a mournful voice, yer full of sweetness. she ran over the thorny road bleeding to catch the snatcher.There was a lake which demanded her sparkling eyes to make its water glitter to help her pass over it. giving her eyes she ran completely exhausted and anguish.she met an old hag who demanded her lustrous hair.she gave the crowning glory of her womanhood.shorn off her beauty,blinded,wounded and exhausted challenged Death and possessed the child "How did you manage to arrive here" asked Death "I could because I am a MOTHER!" note: the sickness is not the illness of the body but polluion of mind and death is none other than bad character and moral values .... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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