“Do you ever grow to miss us?
You never call, you never write…
Have you lost us?
When will you return?”
Heartless in the heart of distance,
I should’ve said something,
I should’ve told her that I missed her.
I said, “We all choose a corner.”
She wished me the best,
Happiness and health…
“They are better off now,
Without me…” I convinced myself.
The scent of chicken curry,
Was the pleasant forgetfulness
of my roundabout;
Random and ridiculous all the same…
Mother, I do miss you,
But I belong in a forest with
The other animals…
Still, I will try and call more often.
I will try…