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Amidst the cold rainy day spring,

A tired eye, at the entrance, was gazing. 

Why didn't he come to see me?

"I hope everything is fine at his side", she kept muttering. 


She was worried when he was in her womb, 

She was still concerned when he started to grow and bloom.

Why will she not bother when she has grown old?

She is a mother though seized at an old age home.


Every month he used to come to see her for a few moments, 

Why he didn't turn up? was her predicament. 

Maybe he is engrossed with the workload at the business? 

Or his son might have an exam or might be some other reason. 


She waited and waited and at last, she contacted,

"He is busy partying and happy", don't disturb uttered his wife's resentment.

With tears in her eyes, she kept the receiver, 

Alas, my son is happy was her impression. 


Days passed by but he never dubbed, 

The days of dawdle made the weary gazes terrible. 

The condition was deteriorating day by day, 

At last, she succumbed to death, her final fate. 


The authorities summoned her son for last rites, 

He arrived to fling flowers on her casket. 

There was guilt inside him, with tears he came close, 

I wish I could have spoken to her before she abode.


The love of every mom is elegant and priceless, 

Realize this before it's too late, The weary eyes were still open in the sarcophagus(coffin), 

Just to discern her son, for whom she waited, but the time percolated.


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