Mother,
In this corner of the world
Far from home
I am all alone
And
I’ve something to share
Something
That no one listens to.
With my aching legs
I keep searching
Little bit of rest
Alas!
I get it not
And I keep roaming
With eyes
All wet.
The chapattis
That you made
The chidings
You so fondly offered
Those moments keep coming back
And I leave...
My dinner half way
Staring into the skies.
