A Mother to her belligerent Children, says,
"If you hate me, it must be:
Why I put you to test the reality,
Whereas, you prefer:
The conscious void.

Somehow, you will learn,
The price is heavy,
And there's no future -
When you cast away,
Your loved ones, so easily.
Perhaps, you will argue and argue,
On terms of blaming, others.

You hate me, when I tell you,
A stage will arrive,
When there will be uncounted strangers,
But, no one to correct you with the right guidance."

30th September 2012

Geeta Chhabra