“Mom, with marks first class,
Look am now a graduate pass”
Mahek hugged her mom tight,
With love and hope for a future bright..
“Jerk off you nonsense bloody girl,
How dare you throw my bottles you scoundrel,”
The alcoholic mother was not amused,
Poor Mahek once again abused..
With hatred in heart little soul vexed,
Wandering mother eyes perplexed…
Kill her to live solution one,
Or just leave everything and run..
Glaring at her helpless mother,
Her hatred subdued the moment another…
Her pain not greater even with the bloodstain,
Compared to her mother’s accouchement pain..
To get back the love and care,
A decision so hard yet she had to dare..
Picking her mother from the ground,
Reluctant but she was bound…
Rehabilitation centre she headed towards, Hopeful and expecting for best rewards..
“Congratulations beta” a warm hug from behind,
Eighteen months later her mother was kind…
Her big day after all her first book launch,
The soft whisper left Mahek blanch…
A story she made it true,
Hugging her mom back a lovely kiss she blew…
By Priyanka Patwari Sitani
Priyanka Patwari Sitani is a practising Chartered Accountant by profession and a writer by heart. She can be contacted at casitani@gmail.com.
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