By Biswajit Patra
Look mother, a magic present!
World full of technology,
Now the machines controls me,
I don't control the machines!
I evolved everything virtual,
Come on, it's twenty fifties!
But, I couldn't your minty breezes
nor could your mountains and trees.
You conveyed through your droughts and floods,
That wasn't your mistake mother
I didn't take your annoyance
but, destroyed your trust and candour.
I enjoyed your lake waters
but, couldn't feel your teary storms!
And, this is my guilt mother,
You are just like the other moms!
I enjoyed your chirruping birds,
And, also the buzzing bees
but , I only listened the echoes,
Not to your dire screams.
I rose in every norms,
Made this, that and what not!
but, couldn't make your love and liking,
And, grievingly accept my fault.
Now, I perceive everything,
And, about you, I do bother
Though it is impossible
but, please turn back to me mother!