Son was too young
To understand
To think
To do
Is what they thought
Young he was
But naïve
Definitely not

Son knew the reasons
Understands
The circumstances
That’s why
Son didn’t complain
Didn’t said
I am
Hungry
Cold
Or why?

The day it rained
Son was there
In the corner
Hungry
But relaxed
Son knew
His father was sad
Mother was ill
And felt
Things are going bad

When father went out
Son followed behind
When father stood
In silence
He realized
Mother was pain
Son couldn’t stand
There in vain
Son came back
In hope
Father comes back
Back at the home
Mother
Too
Was silent
Motionless
Scared of something
Something
Uncertain
Son said something
She didn’t respond
Son
Slowly sensed
The breaking
The breaking
Of
The love bond

Son didn’t say more
Just sat by her side
Soon he fell asleep
Drifted
In dreamy ride
Mother
Sitting in the shades
Father
Running by his side
Dreamy it was dreamy
A very happy ride

The food was on table
Mother on the chair
Father enter the room
With soaked hair
These were just enough
Everything Son wanted
Father
Mother
Happiness
Less the Son knew
He was
Still drifting
Air

Soon the dream was over
Son woke up
Woke up
With a smile
The place
He was at
Looked clumsy
Dirty
Vile

Searching for his presence
Son looked around
Father was not there

Where he sleeps
The usual place
The muddy
Dirty ground
Careful not to wake up
Fast asleep mother
Son tip toed
Out of the house
In hope
Of
Return
Love
Food

Starving for the night
Tired
Lurking around the slums
Son looked
Searched
Not the food
But
Father,
Father
Who didn’t came around

It is just morning
Said the Son’s psyche
Father will be back
Until tonight
Things will be normal
Mother will be fine
Said the Son’s psyche
And
Played .. and played…

Sometime in the meantime
Son saw his mother
Walking on the bridge
He stood still
In fear
The fear
Engraved by father

Letting his father go
Son thought
He could have
Stopped him
Now,
Son didn’t want
It
Happening again

Son ran to limit
To reach his mother
Son
Stood
Still
and scared
When couldn’t Find her
Manned up
Cried like a child
But cried inside

Suddenly
From the crowd
Son recognized the scarf
He smiled
Took a step aside
Saw
Mother passed by
Lighted as he felt
He flew to his pals
Still in
Hope of return
Son
Played… and Played…

The shadows
Of
Trees
Houses
Pals
Grass
Became longer
Son reckoned
It’s time to return
Unboreable became
The hunger

Son walked to his home
With
Light feet
Delighted heart
Hungry tummy
Satisfied heart
Nervous brain
Hopeful heart

Son stopped
Waited in silence
To listen
Two voices
Talking
Laughing may be
Or
For then
Crying maybe
But
The house was
Silent as a grave

Maybe they are sleeping
Said Son’s Psyche
Slowly pushed the door
To take a look
InsideS

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