MELLOWED
For
you, the reality, dream for the rest,
Parents
caring or Godly seen exceptions,
Hope
to become rich someday,
Fulfills
a child father's aspirations,
Fortunate,
if mother sold her gold,
Provide
funds for overseas study,
Rehabilitates
parents at an old age,
How
many stories circulate media,
A
few parents help, obliging children,
Grew
in rich family life was sweet,
Parents
provided everything but wanted,
Good
dress, college expenses cost,
Got
a personal car when an adult,
A
gift from my father surprised me,
I
also saw such news in the media,
Felt
my parents equally loving,
Fortunately,
my father was wealthy,
What
I have seen mother loved him,
Saw
her busy serving dedicated,
His
dress, lunch, dinner, medicines,
Very
often on tour, prepare baggage,
Never
questioned his income, bank,
Trusting
her husband, I idolized,
My
case matches exactly parents,
Fortunate,
father rich supporting,
Never
had seen he enquired me,
My
study, results, hope future,
Socked
one day confess to you,
Mother
once was sobbing and sad,
Surprised
with so many servants,
All
her expenses are met by my dad,
Difficult
to understand, her agonies,
Enquired
many times but failed,
Kept
secret her pathos in her heart,
Alerted
their relations worsening,
One
night witnessed a violent conflict,
Dad
was rebuking her threatened too,
Warning
her of separation quickly,
Mom
was crying bitterly and angry,
Accused
him looked scornfully,
What
will your child learn?
That
you did heinously, please stop,
Keep
secret, for your son, I plead,
Your
son respects you like God,
Dad
slapped mother quit suddenly,
The
sweet home changed then,
A
ghost house silent, dark in the night,
Felt
how unlucky as a son for dad,
Came
to know later on his drinking,
His
party life was eventful, shady,
Corruption
crept into his vein,
Mom
knew in detail was anxious,
Concerned
about dad's health report,
A
health problem rose unnoticed,
The
doctor warned it may cripple him,
Dad
was angry with mom slapped,
This
was a story family shattered,
Shattered
myself and mom together,
Discovered
mom clearly mellowed,
Silent
and simple, her life thoughtful,
No
more crying looked at windows,
Perhaps
hoped her husband return,
We
found him in a hospital,
Mellowed
was his face wrinkled,
Begged
to be forgiven, breathed last,
Our
life in color took mother home,
She
caught my hand, left the hospital,
Mellowed
a life-in-hues message for me.
@
Bijayananda Mishra
