He sat there,
Over a small bund near the banks of Narmada,
Vaguely remembering anything from around,
The continuous chants of mantras,
Wailed sobs of his inner self,
Nothing,could break his wall,
He sat there, motionless looking over the evening sun,
Suddenly everything came to a deadly pause,
All He had to do was flow her ashes down the water,
And He did, taking away her last remaining mortal dust,
A year later, He slid an envelope into that same gushing water,
The First paycheck always have to go to Mother..
Inspired from Envelope by Shefali
Over a small bund near the banks of Narmada,
Vaguely remembering anything from around,
The continuous chants of mantras,
Wailed sobs of his inner self,
Nothing,could break his wall,
He sat there, motionless looking over the evening sun,
Suddenly everything came to a deadly pause,
All He had to do was flow her ashes down the water,
And He did, taking away her last remaining mortal dust,
A year later, He slid an envelope into that same gushing water,
The First paycheck always have to go to Mother..
Inspired from Envelope by Shefali
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