What thoughts cross
A mother’s mind
As she watched her son die
A policeman’s bullet
In his heart
As she fumbles for words
To express
Love she had taken for granted
Love she thought was permanent
Trying hard to recapture
All those moments
Trying so hard to smile
To say something appropriate
For one last time.
1 comment:
Hey Lopa--your words are eternal here--in any event that calls for human sacrifice--wanted or unwanted--it is the mother who is always on the losing side.Be it thousands laying down their lives for India's freedom or the second world war--or Iraq--or closer home in Bengal nowadays or be it the poor soul who died for love--no one is more the sufferer than the mother who breathed life into the now dead.
I dont know the context in which you have penned your thoughts but they are universal.Great job Lopa.
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