The pages between
the beginning and the end is crumbled
Its being torn
away by my senseless son.
“Son, stop doing
it”. I warned him.
Huh.? Is that a
warning..?
No..! It is a form
of pleading.
Yes..! Am begging
to my own small senseless kid..!
Now..I can see
it..
The beginning is
encircled by the mist of dust.
Its
reaching for the end.
Yeah..Go on..! You
can do what you feel like.
Why should you
care for me..right?
Hurray..! Something
flashed inside my head.
I got it..!!
It is not my son
who is senseless.
Its me..!! Am that
woman..
The senseless
product of my son..!
No comments:
Post a Comment