It’s wisdom,right Ma?
Stutter beckoning a dilemma
As I gulped “Roti” and a bowl of
“Daal” after a sulking sunset.
Something irked me!
A creaking noise,
A camouflage of secrets.
“To abandon my own people is a sin, peace being the reason?”
“Yeah! Wisdom it is”
Rendering her answer, Ma seemed a tad off!
Through the crevices of heart, I could hear a desolate beating.
Household still recites,
that old verse Ma used to sing.
The doorsteps so senile,
Getting all upbeat after the song!
Ripples of shrieks still echo
As I wept my wit, my dreams into it.
The chiffon she savoured,
My whines she devoured,
Bangles she cremated,
Tears she gulped choking,
And a crib she thrives on!
Well! To this spectacle,
I’m a mere human,
Standing alone clueless
A sip of poison,
Perhaps will prove my worth.
Cause, world so stricken,
Is never enough
To admire the motherly framework,
“People leave and to let them wither away ,not a sin!”
Besides all the answers she has,
She chokes on yet another hope,
Hope of redemption
A Poem to sue up your minds! Hope you get caught up in the feels off it!