Encountered she,
a never envisaged scene
where she was held by arms
of none but her son's
who deserted taking all
her belongings, now as
the wind blew westwards
the son became
a pauper with a pittance,
harp the sound of cries,
where the heart
If the mother thawed
and the blood
rushed forth to grab
and wash feet
with remorse.
©️prasannakkuma
