MOTHER

MOTHER

The silhouette protecting her from hardship was uplifted. Her tears so enthralling- it seemed to diminish very little pain of her heart. The dark clouds engulfed her and were waiting for the final nail to be hammered in the coffin. The wooden carved box contained her only confidante. The wooden box and a cross. Underneath the box was lying a lady wrapped in white veil. Her eyes seemed to be worried. Worried about the moaner sitting there, still hoping that she would start breathing again. She waited for an enchanted miracle. She waited for Cinderella's fairy god mother. She wished that she could breathe again. The wolves around her were standing. Now that the protecting hand left her, she was open to futile hits. The one holding her hand strongly, was now gone forever. Her lips were stiff like that of the new resident of the coffin. She had grown pale and probably famished. She lost her only soul- her mother, that day.

                           ~ suchismita basu roy