Lost
Lost


The truth paralysed me
I was broken
An aphonic wave had hit
A woman always so outspoken.
I couldn’t sink in the thought
That I had done such a thing
It felt as if an eagle
Had lost its only wing.
Why didn’t I pick up the call?
Was that meeting so vital?
One call would have prevented
A loss which was fatal.
He wouldn’t have done that
I could have made him understand
I could have gone, hugged him tight
And put mine in his hand.
He was stressed, he was tired
He wanted to give up
Being busy,I ignored him
And asked him to shut up.
“Sorry my son” I want to tell him
Now that he is gone
I could not give him time
He was alone, forlorn.
The bitter reality pricks me
I can never see him again
He committed suicide
I could not feel his pain
No one’s there to call me “Mom”
No one’s there for whom I can toil
After all he was my SON
Even if my blood he did boil
I have been drowning in guilt
This situation is worse than death
I wasn’t even with my son
When he took his last breath
All I can do now
Is remember the few moments spent together
Look at our photos and just say
Sorry, I could not be a good Mother
Work, priorities have jailed us
We don’t have time for our dear ones
Jobs many can be got
But the lost moments can never be bought.