(Dear Readers, my relative is working in a foreign land; his mother died on 18 11 09; as we are aware due to reasons of ticket availability, financial condition the eldest son who was to perform the last rites, could not come to India; I got into his shoes and wrote this poem; I was crying throughout while I wrote as I myself, a motherless person, know the pangs of pain when we lose mother, the love-incarnate)
Sitting alone in the backyard
Brooding deep into myself so vast
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At times it is a curse to live in an alien land like a tethered bird! It is really pitiable to lose the very privileges for the last duties towards a mother. The poem is a true display of an aching heart.