After my mother passed away I realized the hollowness Of the words of consolation. All those gentle words, Loving pats on shoulders Could not console my mind Which was crying silently within. All that it felt was a vacuum Which could never be filled.
Actually I did not remain as I was, Some part of me had gone forever, I had lost a place where I could vent all my anger, anguish, Pour out my doubts, worries, And rest my head to find support, Solace, love, and forgiveness. Now nothing has remained the same, For who can call me by that special name?