Bedside

As she lay motionless
with tubes and memory tussle
with children hovering around
All that is lost and never gained

Making faint glimmers of hope
Pleading for mercy for the sins of the progeny
Its too difficult to die..
Losing faith on Him for the pain

Guilt of the child for not having the guilt
Sad for not having the sadness
Tear dropping for self
Less than perfect for ever

Will they survive for they are innocent
Like thy father
Wastage of life and the times
what shall make them normal

Promise me for coming around
I shall go peacefully
Nor I know of anything else
which makes it better

Hold my hand, who will hold yours
when the time comes
Listen to me my child
for it will be too late

Heart screaming for your wrong deeds
Of breaking the mothers heart
Shadows of past leaning by
covering the day like a passing cloud

Make amends now
For if not for her, who else shall it be for?
Stone of hurt, melt it by the word
And the deed of the pack

The child cries..

Hold me mother, for my freedom
Don't leave me, for my freedom
Bless me, for my freedom
Forgive me, for freedom that is me..