With dried tears around my cheeks and a heavy heart,
I lay there on bed, a vacuum within me and eyes fixed on ceiling.
Then again crawling limbs like spiders mounted on me,
Darkness lingered on for long...
A tempest followed and then silence again,
...there was no pain and dejection,
It'as not 'me', but my body being ripped apart.
For I was but soaring high to the yonder skies,
Tracing trails on paths untread,to reach my mother's arms,
To be held against her bosom, to feel the warmth of her presence.
A smile on her face;she embraced me...
I lay there against her and the tempest calmed down,
But all whence the cloud of darkness swept away,
The crawling limbs was no more heavy on me,
I lost sight of my mother, I was bereaved of her presence of sudden,
But then in no time it occurred to me she was no more with me,
I was but seven when she left me.
In silence I waited for those stains of blood to dry off yet again...
