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. <br />The placenta almost wrapped around your neck and the awful cry lasted a long.' <br />Yes Mom! Since then still I am crying, but nobody listens as it's an inner cry. <br />Thanks, You have taken me to a specialist doctor on several occasions in the past. <br />But his magical stethoscope failed to read my rare palpitation. <br />I realize the distance between us and now you are far away. <br />I am sorry Mom for your prodigal Son's curiosity, <br />Still I hold your knitted facecloth as a keepsake <br />And I step down and walk towards the sad withdrawal of your stranglehold. <br /> <br />* The pilloried who acts hastily on the ridiculous stage of the Life-Drama.<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-straphanger-s-pilgrimage/
