The son went to the holy place
at the Bay of Bengal seaside
To worship at the Kapil’s temple
And religion’s rules to abide
The man able and healthy
Took his aged mother along
For that is the duty of a son
He didn’t want to be in wrong
What a good son in his forties
A portly wife and children teen
He had left his family at home
While his mind plotted mean
Before the Sagar fair ended
The son returned to his abode
His aged mother
behind he left
To lessen his financial load!
The good people in the fair
to hosp the senile
they brought
high and low, far and
wide around
for the missing son they sought!
His home address they probed
The family to another
had moved
Abandoning the mother to fate
The womb which bore him and loved.
Is it the nadir humans have come?
For mother’s love is it the return?
That when she needed the support
She was dumped to die and burn?
Xavier Bage
Mon, 08,2018
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