Whispers to You (Beloved Mother)

At night I climb where the wind can hear,

The stars above feel somehow near.

Clouds drift slow, like her gentle hands,

Still guiding me through life’s strange lands.

I tell the sky the words for my mom I save,

Stories I wish, to her I gave.

The moon just listens, the stars don’t reply,

In silent light in the midnight sky.

Though she’s far, I still believe,

In every breeze, her love I receive.

Wazed Abdullah is a student of grade ten in Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh.