*Prepared dish by his mother is salty complaining the son
Nay aware of the taste of his mother's tears rolling down 
One who has to hold closer to his heart
Sees an enemy even in the shadow 
of innocent mother
Fed him with her unconditional love 
When he forgets to fill her stomach of hunger
In search of an old age home in his busy schedule 
To dump his mother alike a waste to a garbage bag !*

Old Age to Garbage

*If I ever think I am not loved or just felt worthless,
all I have to do is think of 
    **someone** - a friend or family
        who truly **cares**, and then everything
   comes in perspective.*

*© Pax*