An Escape (Part 3)

Read : An Escape (Part 1)

Read : An Escape (Part 2)

Daddy, I want to see mother.

Can you allow us to meet?

Or is she busy washing,

Cooking and pressing your feet?

I miss how she’d sit me in her lap

Speak words and urge me to repeat.

I never made a sound, yet her voice

Stayed devoid of impatience or annoyance.

Was the expectation in her eyes

A failing act of defiance?

Mother’s love against a doctor’s

Knowledge of bodily science?

Or was it her fatigue 

With perpetual compliance

That induced an attempt 

To break through your deafening silence?

[ be continued]


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