Wednesday, 4 May 2016

My Senseless Son..!!



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..!

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