Questions…?

In the many unanswered questions of “why me”,
A mother who lost her son to time factor,
Left alone to fend for herself,
Couldn’t still hold herself responsible
For the miss calculations of life and dependence.

Expectations turn painful
While fear takes away the confidence;
Why blame anyone
She says, ” that’s my karma”
And her pain eases.

As she lies down to sleep,
All I could hear was a soft snore.

Copyright(c) 2016, Deeya Nayar-Nambiar

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