Wait

That was a dark, rainy night,

Those loud thunderstorms, felt like clouds were fighting and crying,

An old lady was walking inside

Once again the clouds fight, a loud thunderstorm

The hot coffee cup fell, smashed 

And brought tears in her eyes

While cleaning the floor, she remembered

How the doctor, his son once told

About Amygdala in brain's temporal lobe

And sympathetic nervous system acting in fear,

Her emotions rolled,

Well it's ten years now,

The son left her alone in the dark house

No phone call, no letter, no coming back,

She run towards the gate, whenever a car horn,

Every night has become a battleground,

Whether to give up or still hope?

That small picture hanging in her bedroom

Is cleaned regularly with that pink stoul

She attended his funeral, years back,

"But he cares about me, he will come back", is the hope she had,

And one more night a helpless mother had to wait.