Those soundless whispers, you hear mine. Ah! Such long waits doesn't surpass the time.
I have a son, his wife, A family of my own But little did I know, my half-a-life would spend in old age home.
The son is so unrecognised now living in solid flats Household of space with endless properties, but he doesn't want to live in unity. A house so empty & narrow , you could listen a neighbour's breathe. Washed away all my stuffs and memories of his struggled childhood. Yearly the family visit, an hour's deal the moments of sorrow and loneliness, at once heal. The little development, whom I abandoned, filled my heart with tears of joy with his tiny digits and gestures. But little did I imagined, i would be made so unfamiliar , spend a half life in old age home.
As a child He feared darkness imagined of Demons and Witch troubling him then I would make him sleep calming his restless mind singing lullabies Nights after Nights. Perhaps no one cuddles me now for he himself makes his son asleep. He always said me a thing "one day I'll become a big man and you will be smiling all time" Though, he fulfilled his ambitions but forgot that his 'this' parent in the crowd of work culture.
But a life he also led, I age today around sixty six, A half age left he would be installed here soon then he would imagine,a venue of venomous hell to spend a half-life in an old age home.