We watched the New James Bond movie
in which he's sold out by technology - but
he uses the new science to get the better
of his alliance, and while my Beloved said
He didn't have clue as to what was going
on, I enjoyed the confusion: my son came
home after a dreary event and declared all
emotions I felt on going to similar kinds
Of occasions he attended; surely I am
the most privileged mother to have a son
who understands the pain I went through
so many years ago - he said he sat in his
Car at times - while I'd walked away to a
train station just to get out of the torrid
social milieu; my heart burns for him as
I know he feels, and all about his very
Desperate desire to get back to his
studies and his own occupations -
how I commiserate and empathise
with him because I've been there
Before him…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem