Whilst standing in the market
flooding with people
running around, and
scampering through the day
I speak to you
My daily ramblings
of what happened and what not
who did what and who did not?
Look at Ram running after his brother
complaining loudly to his mother
Mother O mother,
how unfair are you?
why do you let him take everything two?
Complaining just like he used to,
when I was there
On the other side is Sharma uncle,
hurriedly crossing the street,
as usual, he is late
as usual, he didn’t wait,
to kiss good bye to his kids
Just like he never did,
when I was there
In the front row house is Kavita,
lost in her book
She doesn’t play and doesn’t look
Focused on a future, which
no one has seen
Focused on a future, when
she is not even sixteen
Just like she was
when I was there
Everything is the same
Just like when I was there
Nothing has changed
Just that, I am not there
Next door,
is our home
A place where I lived till I was thirteen
A place which was mine,
before this in-between
Dad just left looking dejected
My six year old brother looks unaffected
but who can blame him?
What has he hardly seen?
I hope he remembers,
how you carried him all day
how I made him rotis and our silly plays
I hope he carries my laughter with him
I hope he carries your hope with him
I hope he remembers how happy we were
till that fateful day
And I hope he forgets the blood display,
the blast,
the aftermath and thousand innocent preys
I hope someday they will find peace within themselves
Till then,
I am here in-between
With you Ma,
Till then we are the angels
Looking over them Ma
Somewhere in-between
We look down over them and wonder
We know it will be better but still ponder
The future bright and shining for them
Somehow without us,yet
Complete and serene
But till then,
We are here
Somewhere in-between
With them
Without them!
(C) Juztamom 2016