By Aiswarya. R Nair
"I don't need my mother anymore", said the man,
while helping the lady out of his car,
and out of his life, and into the road,
"Don't be loud", the wife said,
"Don't worry she can hear no more."
Gray hair, a tangled mess,
Balancing her stoop, she stepped out.
Without knowing that her beloved son,
who she knew no more,
is pushing her out into the world,
and out of his world.
Without knowing that he is her whole world.
'Where are you taking me', she didn't ask,
for she knew her son, who was no more,
consumed by pride and wealth,
he forgot his mother's health.
His mother nothing but an embarrassment,
too much of an old being to be worthy of a place in his polished home.
His mother stepped out, amazed by the Ferris wheel,
turned around to show her son his favourite ride.
The engine starts she couldn't hear,
it was the sound of silence,
fueling her fear.
She looked back and saw her son no more.