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Noor Tabassum

Drama Tragedy Others

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Noor Tabassum

Drama Tragedy Others

THE REGRET FOR THE TEXT I DID NOT SEND

THE REGRET FOR THE TEXT I DID NOT SEND

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Though I get sunk in daily chores,

Yet I make it a regime to send a message without force,

It was one thing which was expected the most, of course,

Without this conversation, we both would go remorse.


Those lovely chats of how the day was spent?

How had friends gossiped and had passed taunt?

How had work taken over, and to what extent?

How much was life blank, without each other in its present?


Those jiffies were the most venerable to me,

When I spent those precious instants with mom,

Our ponderings and giggles, our nattering and teasing some,

That was what made my day awesome.


Staying alone, away from her,

My sole support was those few chats we made with cheer,

Without her, everything would seem dull, and my world would tear,

She was the dynamic vigour behind my daily stressful chore.


Every day would speak for hours and explain every particular,

That would fill me with pleasure and cool all her queer,

Whatever I spoke, but “I love you, mom” was last what she wanted to hear,

That made her smile, and all her doubts would clear.


It was one unfortunate day,

When I was swamped and went away,

Without my morning wish, as my brain was busy,

I started early and reached the office without delay.


After returning, I was exhausted to my teeth,

I glanced at my phone to check the messages,

Found a mystery that left me dumb for ages,

Mom had not grown inquisitive about me nor had shown rages.


With tautness filled mind, gave her a call,

Nobody attended the call, which made me fall,

Filled with strain, I started pressing the stress ball,

And did not know whom to approach to stand tall.


Received a message saying mom was hospitalized,

Her condition was weak and not stabilized,

That day I regretted going to the office without listening to her voice,

Everything seemed so miniature without her guys.


Rushed to her rescue in the first accessible flight,

Eyes were filled with tears and heart with fright,

My heart was filled with an unknown regret,

For not having texted her that I loved her the most.


As I hastened to see her lie inaudibly on the bed,

My touch brought a slight movement in her head,

My falling tears made her fight with the dreadful death,

She opened her pale eyes and looked at me instead.


I hugged her and promised never to repeat,

I told her that she was the asset that I need,

With her on my side, the entire world I would defeat,

Without her, I was like a bulb that never lit.







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