She was very rude in her words and expressions,
As if, a type of neglect and damn-care situation.
But this time I didn't mind, as if nothing happened;
Though I didn't like the rudeness, I didn't react.
I just came closer and hugged her with a smile:
"If your good-bye words are so harsh, do you know
How much do I suffer the whole tenure,
During the journey, the stay and return home?"
In a moment her hard coating melts away;
She looks up at me with soft eyes and leans on me.
I leave home for an official journey, a journey alone,
Repenting for all those year, I didn't understand her.
She was close but far away from my real presence,
She was the only one to trust, but I was confused;
Had no idea and thus I always felt that I was all alone.
She was the one to take the load of my family,
as I call it a garden, and nurture it alone.
Whereas I always thought and felt I had no love!
I was so lonely for so long time; before I understood
: There remains softer depth of the hearts in the family;
The touch and the warmth under the hard crust
Of, sometimes, harshness and expressed anger.
