I stretch my fingers, But mind says 'No'; Voice of my loved ones, Trails me as an echo. Persuading my heart, To sway away from phone; Keep it down, You live in a different time zone. Different time zone, I fumble in my thoughts. Morning, noon and night; I am out of sorts. It's perfect here, Too perfect for me, Like dead flowers adorned as a potpourri. Drowning in the timeline, Submerging in seven vast oceans. No distance in the world, Can cause this massive erosion. A part of me, my soul, Never left my house courtyard. If ever you want to collect me, my pieces, You know where to start.
Their numbers are increasing. But yes, single parents have a tougher job considering they have dual roles to play. Good one, Saru! As always!
ReplyDeleteVery tough. And I respect them for it.
DeleteParenting is a challenging job; having to do it alone is so very sad.
ReplyDeleteTrue that!
DeleteVery True
ReplyDeleteSaru this is so beautiful. In just a few words you say so much. Love it. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Seena.
DeleteTrue...
ReplyDeleteBeing a single parent, I know, what it takes to be one :)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, like always.
Respect!
DeleteAnd, I am sorry link to your blog is infected. Please check, so I can read your work.
Few words expressing so much, Nice one
ReplyDeleteThanks Upasna.
DeleteVery touching. Everything you write is so poetic yet so potent.
ReplyDeleteThanks Raj!
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