Our Son Poem by Chhavi Anupam

He has
left home
never to
come back.

We did not
get our suits stitched
to save for
his studies,

in our
sacrifices
for him
lied our bliss.

But he was
whisked away,
and tutored
by the forces

we are not
aware of,
of course,
at times,

we saw him
very worried,
that even
after studying,

employment
was no guarantee,
he knew ‘he will
have to run,

from pillar to post
and to his innocent queries
he will be given
funny, heart-breaking replies.’

We did not know
that he would become
a human –bomb
himself;

he is over
and so are
several others.
The ones,

who coached
are ensconced
somewhere
safe and secure,

looking for
fresh recruits.
to chase the
satanic pursuits.

We have lost
the blood
of our heart
…our son,

whom we loved
such a lot,
poor humanity
has got the scar,

the cause
…is elusive
we wait
for another blast,

next time
someone else’s son
will die, terminating
many others.

Did he need
a purpose,
was he
full of hatred,

for the injustices
that happened around,
was this his way
to rebuke, to punish,

or was he brainwashed
to think
…why should he
die alone,

by blasting himself, he jeered,
at the heartless system.
But son, ….you should have talked
at least to us!