Elegy (Unspoken words of a Mother)

The sun that had spread smiles for all these years,
Was now engulfed in the clouds so dense and dark,
The day looked dark and grim, with hearts and mind filled with fear;
It was hard to see my dear one leaving, hard to bear at heart, the striking spark.          
 
I shut my eyes and still could see,
I closed my ears to the painful cries that would never set me free,
To stop my tears, to put back a smile was far beyond to think for thee
 
Fourteen years I had him entwined in my heart and soul,
With my blood and love in him there
Was it the time, to perceive the end task of my role?
In warp to know if all this was just and fair?
 
Far away on the hills the hot lava seemed to emerge
Beneath it, the tides raised high to destroy human life,
It was a portend and there I could see
His nerves entangled and his pulse rate sunk,
The sorrow filled sight was there to fill in me the strife
 
A malaise shuddered down my spine
To kink out there a dreadful pause in his ward
The old clock alarmed it all, when it was nine
The machines stopped their work, wonders didn’t work at hands
And there his breath had to retard
 
Tears trickled down my cheeks
When I gazed at his body at ease
Grew I weary and weak
When it clicked that no longer my son would need air to breathe
 
Why lord you gave me this child
If you had to call him back to you?
For I have never been able to think upon thy wiles
To have picked my own among the few!
 
To vandalize myself when I sat overnight
My eyes turned on to the rose plant that had bore up a rose
It was there to magnetize in the moonlight
With soil beneath it soaked for it knew its child
Wouldn’t be for a longer course
 
My mind then thought a way out pragmatic
For now I had learnt from nature to accept god’s sweet will
“TO TAKE THE WAY YOU GET IT”
And to beseech god beside me to lead and guide me still.

 


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