A Straphanger's Pilgrimage
Yet I remember what you said as a secret my poor Mom; 'Your delivery was very painful and it's like a Tug of War.
The placenta almost wrapped around your neck and the awful cry lasted a long.'
Yes Mom! Since then still I am crying, but nobody listens as it's an inner cry.
Thanks, You have taken me to a specialist doctor on several occasions in the past.
But his magical stethoscope failed to read my rare palpitation.
I realize the distance between us and now you are far away.
I am sorry Mom for your prodigal Son's curiosity,
Still I hold your knitted facecloth as a keepsake
And I step down and walk towards the sad withdrawal of your stranglehold.
* The pilloried who acts hastily on the ridiculous stage of the Life-Drama.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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