A mother awaits

War has broken out

in the country;

guns firing, artilleries shelling

miles away somewhere

a mother awaits… 

the homecoming of her son, 

the terrace turns forlorn

as it reminisces the footsteps 

weeks have bygone;

a vibrant flashback trails

in the background

as the clock ticks past 9 pm

 a mother awaits… 

the walls yearn for their laughter, 

the food doesn’t taste the same, 

the dining room anticipates their conversation, 

she takes out the photo-album

from the cupboard

and wears every achievement

of her son 

like a medal of memories

a mother awaits… 

she cries to God at midnight

for a world where she could

reunite with her world;

a mother awaits… 

the homecoming of her son.