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May 2015
Son
I was sitting back on the couch
feeling so relaxed,
That very moment I heard that knock,
That ring, how could I ever forget?
I stood up to open up the door,
I saw him standing there looking pale,
Wondering what could have been or what not.
I let him in
He was shivering like never before.
I was glad to see him, but it was daunting to see him like that,
Him being so numb
It was something unusual,
I asked him what was the matter
And all he could say was,
"They are after me save me!! "

I could not get who was after him,
He was my beloved son,
Who was chasing him to death.
I suddenly locked all my doors and windows.
He hugged me tight and he said,
"I am sorry my mother, it's all my fault"

I still couldn't get what was happening,
And
The last thing I remember was
Someone breaking through our window,
They held guns right on our forehead,
And then I heard a trigger

Blood splashed on my face
And I looked at the other side,
It was a corpse of my dead son.
With those childish eyes,

I could not hold back my tears,
I didn't know what to do.
And
Then once in for all
I was lying on the rugged carpet
Gasping my last breaths,
Hoping I could have saved my son.
#son
#mom
#sad
manika shrivastava
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