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?
[..to be continued]