A Mother's Silent Cry

Don't suffer in hell..

Your mother left this world....

You were little ...

Since that day, you grew up with the milk from my breasts....

I gave you to drink and raised you...

Your mother.

You are a scoundrel who treats your mother like meat.....

If you have a brain,

Then you can untie the rope...

And raise a child without milk.

I can go to Nirvana...

But you kill that mother and don't suffer in hell...