When Will You Come Back? Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

“Mom why don’t you speak”?
Why you look so pale and weak?
Why you make no move?
What are you trying to say or prove?

Don’t keep silence
It makes me nervous
I see you on bed
Why anything can’t be read?

I feel you are tired so much after day’s routine
There is no one at home to make you feel fine
Mom when I grow young!
I shall take your care and walk along

You are making me cry
Why don’t you get up and try?
I see no movement in your body
Is there any help you need from somebody?

I was away from home for immediate call
She had told me not go as she was unwell
I though I shall finish the work and come back soon
I never thought there will be dark inside room without moon

I heard all those words from baby
She was not at all ready
To believe that her mom was no more
I felt pity and cried with grim composure

The child is unlucky soul
If any time something is to be witnessed as sad call
There is no room for their easy conviction
They miss a lot with lots of confusion

“When will mom come back“? She may suddenly ask
I will have tough time to answer but may offer tea from flask
She will seep slowly and stare at the sky
I try to control feelings but put head down and lye

Such is human behavior
Especially when child is minor
They are attached more to mother
As she ay always pick them up and play on shoulder