Denial

O Mother!

I’m adolescent

Formative time

Growing up years

Fostering

A vision of mine.

 

O Mother!

Owing

To attitude

Of thine and

Passage of time

I’m convinced

Thou’st

Love me not

That’s final

•  

I confirm

Not in a bout

Bout of cry

Or a fit

Fit of anger

But, I realize

All in its

Seriousness

As a girl-child.

O mother!

 

•  

Looking at ?

Look not

The way thee

Mistake not

Me for a revolt.

 

O mother !

Though

Thou’st

Not the real

However  

•  

On thy lips

As response

Certainly

A severe aghast!

Adding

Fuel to the fire.

 

O mother!

Amazingly  

Besides

My mates

Everyone

Be conscious

That thou’st

Held me not

Or ever loved

Or hugged

I’m grossly

Left out

Unloved

Never even

I experienced

Sitting in thy lap

Thy acts

In witness

Thereby speak.

 

O mother!

As I see

My sole vision

Of living-

Living this life

To its fullest

Being blurred-

Blurred by

Flood of tears

And voice choked

Choked with

Storm of emotions.