Mother

I'll be going out to Beg Mother Nature...

Mother,
I had plenty of Thoughts, here and there
But I had misplaced them somewhere
I lived and dreamt it but did not share
Only when you're crossing My Way, I was aware

Yes, you are clearly crossing My Way
As my jet black hairs becoming grey
I beg hopefully you'll spare me a say
I've been thru with mine, I want Your Way
I used to think I was walking My Way

When I'd decided, the Universe should obey
When I'd thought of it, the Truth would stay
So I was stumbling in so many holes, I thought okay
What was the Mystery behind this Play

Am I stubborn or foolish, which may?
Will I glimpse the True Way, before my Last Day?
Or shall I stick to yesterday, adding only the lines to Pray

I beg your help, Mother Nature!
Believing in Gods now, it's Premature or Postmature?

I beg your handwriting Message in my Eye
May be My Way was wrong, please tell me why
I want to supercede it with Your Way
You're the Mother of All Gods in the Milky Way