Call of the Mother..

This is a poem created by my two awesome friends and I.. turned out to be nice eh? :D Hope you like it :) 

The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day.
Now spurs the lated traveller apace
To gain the timely inn
The soft winter sun forms shadows of his past,
Breaking him at the seams, tearing him apart..
His pain is limitless, the sorrow is vast
but he now surrenders his life in the hands of his creator
His feet take him to the place he once revered
Reminiscing about his last farewell, the soft pattering of his daughter's feet
The melodious laughter of his love echoes in the loud emptiness,
But she is just a vision so mystical, a dream so long ended..
How he longs for her to have, and everyone else around
so that boundless love would flow in and beatitude would crawl in
But all is lost, his sweet haven now just a barren niche
His heart threatens to break away from this terrible anguish he feels 
But he has to find his way out  to withstand this pain no more
For the old images prolong in his mind and in the land of dream does he soar
Strangely, the pain which engulfs him sets him free and he walks on,
There is still a larger call which rings in his ears...Still a larger task which awaits his tireless striving.. Still a larger family which awaits his son, his country, his Mother.