By Jayati Debnath
When a mother goes by
Does she turn back to see?
Her children, she left behind
in the world so unkind...
Does she turn back to see her
vacuum of non-existence
Or hear the cries of pain
Days have passed since she left,
Cry for justice echoes still...
In this world full of cruel souls
Rendering justice is a task uphill
I long to see my mother once
To feel the warmth of her hand
To ask her if there is justice at all
For which the world is waiting long;
To ask my question and hug her once again
I so wish there was a visiting hour to heaven