My father is no more
mother too is ailing now
chance to recapitulate
the old mind space with
erratic behaviors and irreverent ideas
Cross words
fail to fulfill the time commitments
mind-space call for
more puzzles, more freedom
or may be an absolute excuse
to prove that
smaller kids don't have faith in God.
On mind's request
I may need to pamper myself
with a long, very long walk
from memory lane
to Gomes lane
to neutralize the reality of
not getting dreams these days
my mother is still alone!
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