Years passed like a dream foray, wrapped in the mist of oblivion

Growing old and grey without living the juvenilty offered

A sarcastic joke of life when one lives without living

Breathing with mechanical support to pull the lorry of life

But a day dawned with stardust of miracles in its fingertips

And she opened eyes closed for eons as if waking up from sleep

Finally having found a way through the labyrinth of coma

‘Where is my baby ?’ was the foremost query on her lips

Words spoken with unaccustomed unease after eons

Met with embarassed silence her agitation grew into violence

That curbed with usage of tranquilizers and sedative

But in every conscious moment the question was repeated

He was a happy child , seemingly normal unaware of his tragic roots

An adolescent but still innocent as an unsullied child

But he needed to be told, despite the trauma it would bring

She deserved to see her son but once

And then it was upto them to keep the relation alive

Or to go there separate ways oblivious of the meeting

He sat quiet ,numb after he was told , silent tears flowing down

‘I want to see her’ he whispered voice barely audible

And so the clinical , practical hospital cabin witnessed a melodrama

She sat with eager anticipation staring at the door with vacant eyes

He entered with hesitant feet as if on velvet slipperes of silence

There she sat in a whte gown, her face wrinkled, hair matted

And covered with streaks of premature grey

Tears flowed down their cheeks as they gazed at each other

She tried to mumble a few words of awkwardness

But he ran to her and embraced her with trembling arms

‘I am blessed ‘ he whispered ‘to bask in the love of two mothers’

And ‘now Mom I have come to take you home’

With smiles shining through tears still flowing the walked still embracing

This was no longer a reluctant reunion…