Take Me Back Home, My Dear Son. Poem by C. Muralidara Kannan

This time
I held his hand tight
He is my only son
He sensed my grip.

I looked up
his visage and stammered,
'Please take me back, to our home'

And I just mused, No more stay here
In this geriatric Prison, my son.

My mused mots
Must have wielded
His mute mind.
He gave back a look
J'ai compris,
Tout de suite.

Still, I begged
'Please take me back, to our home'

He loosened grip
And went away
The gait greeted me
A long good-bye.

That night I shot
A question to my Maker, 'Why didn't you bless me with a daughter? '