You left me here,
All alone...
The truth is
I’m angry...
I will start these timeless words,
By saying , my Mother is but eternal...
I blamed you that night,
And I regret it now...
He was throbbing in my arms.
Then my broken heart...
Boredom has become my biggest cross to bear.
It weighs heavily on me when no one is near...
A black butterfly
sprinkling the dust of its flutter...
Time never stops
not when it storms...
Confusion parading through my mind.
Word had been always of elders...
A grieving soul speaks
Its words painfully penned, a stark reality has...
In the end it wouldn’t even matter.
The memories will surely shatter...
Shall I return to fading scribes of old?
That once with each a turn and covered page...