Pained

Oh! Look my son is back home
Did I not say he would come?
He loves me more than anyone else
How could he abandon.

Come my son, you must be hungry
Toiling through the day, thirsty
Let me serve you some food to eat
Drink some water, thirst’s defeat

But why are you so silent today
Has it been too hectic day
Did you not enjoy the stuff
Or was all the work a handcuff

Look, we have many guests too
Everybody came in to see you
Won’t you talk to them even?
Would you be that rude?

Someone suddenly said, “Let go off him, sister
He was hit by a canister
His soul departed that moment
He will reside in Jannah, be content”

She replied in an angry voice
He is with me, my rejoice
And how dare you call him dead,
Don’t touch him, he’s my blood

He would not go anywhere
Like this he can’t leave me in despair
He promised he would stay by me
Then how can his early his soul flee?

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Priorities

She cried, bewildered
where had the child gone?
But where had she been when
the soul was alone at home
trying not to be afraid
future can hold unknowns!

She looked around for her child
but it was long gone
Where was she when it cried
hungry and so tired
figuring out how to cook,
seeking mother in distress?

She asked, “Why it left early
Was it not too young to die?”
Where was she when he wanted to play
and was shooed away?
made to feel like unwanted
a burden onto the family?

She pleaded them to let it be
and not take it away from her
Where was she when it cried for her
seeking her affection and protection.
When all it desired was her
and she busy with other!

She looked around in despair
It had waited for her hopelessly
She seeks when it no more was
It sought when ignored so hard
And as it parted that fateful day
one lost life and other hope!

FlashBacks!

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She woke up to the cry of baby
Maybe it is hungry
Calling for feed it must be
Then will it sleep peacefully.

She turns to her side only to find
The cradle is empty
She thinks for a moment, “where’s my baby”
A tear escapes her eyes

The fateful day plays before her eyes
How it had suddenly fallen ill
How it was crying in pain that day
How it refused any feed.

It’s feet were cold already
Medicines were being administered
They rushed to hospital soon enough
And returned with a dead body.

She turned and tossed in bed again
Haunted by its memories
How the cradle reminded her
Of her little angel

Amongst this she got out of bed
Her daughter slept peacefully
A smile donned her face so nice
As if adorning life’s beauty!

Praying silently for safely
Of long life of her daughter
She thanks God for what she has
And tries to sleep soundly!

Inseparable

And sometimes the only fault
Is how goodbyes are said
A little bit of inseparation
Brings floods unknown

All milestones get delayed
Everyone gets welled up
Some things just can’t be normal
One of them parting goodbyes

Some console some redicule
Some call it justice of Divine
None could understand the misery
The mother was hiding behind

Wondering how miracles happen
How babies are born
And how a chosen few get
More then the required

And the only fault in destiny
Was an extra chromosome
the one which didn’t part
Didn’t dare to say goodbye!

True Love

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Mother…

This one word makes one’s memory race down the forgotten lanes and relive all the care and love that has been bestowed onto you. The way she lovingly touched one’s head; that kiss on forehead; those cuddles.

Mothers love unconditionally. Everyone in your friend circle is loved equally. And every pup you bring home from roadside is taken care of. As if she has reservoirs of love; blessing everyone with it. No soul remains untouched.

May it be asking for some exotic dish or something extra than the pocket money, she hardly ever says no. As if she didn’t know what the word meant or what it’s usage is. As if all she ever wants is that smile you pass her when she fulfills your needs or secret wishes. As if our happiness alone is the criteria for her happiness regardless of how she is treated or what she feels.

And this is not so with humans only. Even animal mums are affectionate, and not just to their own kind but to all kids. As if a mother’s heart is devoid of any kind of classification. Unable to differentiate between her own kids and others’ kids. She loves them all equally.

And yet, when people talk of true love they talk of a guy or girl in one’s life. Does a mother’s love not count? Was her love not pure and true? Or is it that she did it all without being asked hence the negligence towards her? Does she not deserve equivalent love? Does she not need to be cared for?