A Mother

Cattle have returned to the sheds Nests are noisy with chirping of birds The mother stands at the door Her feet feel cool on the floor Dust have already settled on the path Farmers have already finished their bath The mother waits for her son He has gone to work since dawn Across land an eerie silence is falling slow In the west sky is losing its crimson glow The mother's heart is burning Since morn, her son has eaten nothing Crescent of a moon reclines against Slope of hill in the light of the east The mother has an unknown fear Her eyes look for his son far and near A star appears faint through gathering mist Dogs whine and lie curled up on the street The mother lit the old lantern With tear in eyes goes out to seek her son Ripe crops stand tall and gently sway She looks for her son behind stacks of hay In the dark she walks slowly, she walks fast And falls into a ditch and breathes her last @Tiku 2014