The Mother

The call was the usual one,

She just called to say hello,

I thought, should I pick up now?

Or deal with her nonstop chatter, later.

It was a mother, no, not mine,

What will she tell me now?

I am busy for her, Oh she can’t see.

It’s so inconvenient to me.

I picked the call, my heart told me,

Maybe she wants to share,

A grief, she recently passed.

Say a few words, sorry and let it end.

I was doing her a favour,

My ego told me so, wow!!!

What an idiot it turned out to be!!!!

Listen to the call and u will know.

"How are you dear?" she asked first

"How is your family?" after a pause.

I was waiting after reply,

No third line was coming, she had stopped.

It’s going well, I thought, Let me

Now cut the call, answered her

And not knowing when, or how

Was on the path of a dialogue.

Losing her son, her most beloved one

Who grew up, literally under her nose,

A very handsome, intelligent one

A God's truly gift to his family and ours.

She lost him not recently, a decade ago

When he was hurt in an accident

Paralyzed head to toe.

He lived, though, if living is breathing.

That also stopped finally, one day

When she was telling her prayers.

He left all of us. Alone she stood,

She grieved on behalf of all of us.

She told me on the call today,

Never shed a tear, my dear

All of us have to go the same way,

It’s the soul’s journey, never your way.

Treat people, not as your father,

mother,brother,sister,son or daughter.

They have come only now to be,

But their souls are always older.

It is the soul inside you has to see,

Check if the soul is happy where it needs to be

The body will perish, will decompose and decay

But the soul remains unharmed, intact, to stay

Only selfish people cry, when their near ones die,

What gain will the grief give, for a body perished?

The crying is only to satisfy your selfish need

To cover your insecurity, to know you are being missed.

Come away from mean minded ness,

Pray for the soul, it needs your assurance,

That it can depart, it needs to take 

A journey, which you will never know.

Hold the souls close to you,

Respect them as they do not belong to you

Love them as you have nothing else to offer

Treat them; like you are them, they are you.

It is true; we are all bound in a tight rope,

We will never leave this binding,

Never leave anyone hanging,

We are blinded, that is also true.

It is so difficult, I managed to whisper,

How can I not be attached?

My family and some stranger

How can I see as one and all?

Take the words of a grieving mother, she said

I am not talking wisdom, with my

Stomach and hearts filled.

These words are uttered by a lonely soul.

You have to practice and practice hard,

Life is not going to give you a second chance,

Be always prepared, Do good to all,

Your loved ones will get a windfall.

We are born for a reason,

 Live for the same,

We put together everything, not knowing

We don’t even own a name.

We work day and night,

Take our loved ones for a ride,

Earn money and fame,

To feed this skin, flesh and mane.

Treat all your loved ones,

All souls belong to Him.

He is the owner, you are the carrier

Behave like a good borrower, it’s just a loan.

After I kept the phone, I decided,

I am never going to cry, for the departed

I am never going to miss my mother

How can I? When I just spoke to her.