Sunday, March 13, 2016

I Cried


I cried hard entering the world
Mom cried harder delivering me
Rest were elated
Celebrated my arrival

I cried when felt hungry, sleepy and wet
Mom fed me in her arms
Clung with her chest, recited prayers
And changed my diapers

I cried trying to sit, stand and walk
She screamed in euphoria on every instance
I cried when she left me alone in school
She was holding back her tears, waving her hand

Years went by; I grew into a man, she grew old
She cried when I yelled;
At her, my wife, and children
I cried in disgrace, in solitude

I cried profusely when Mom left forever
She looked serene in her last journey
I cried relentlessly on her eternal abode
I cry when I relive her

Time never stops, I’m growing old
Have become susceptible to crying
Someday my loved ones will cry;
For me, over me!

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