by Dr. T. Ashok Chakravarthy
Old age that has now befallen
Almost carved you like a skeleton,
Neither able to move nor walk
Your deep-sunk silent eyes talk;
Desperation perhaps awaits death
To rid of this inexplicable wrath
But my dear and dearest mother
The ultimate stirs an intense fear
Yes, I cannot visualize any future
God! Stake my life for mother dear.
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