Pain

Sat silent hands-on cheeks
See with painful heart
Mom feeding a boy
Alas! If I was with mom..
His sight blurred
memories flash bright.

Holding mom’s finger
Gets lost in a crowd
Cries fail to reach home
Gagged and drugged
Comes to a home far away
Fails in efforts to even cry!

Taken to unidentified places
Blindfolded becomes orphan
Forgets his identity lost in fear
Under vigil not to escape ever
He dreams to be with mom!

Eyes well up often
No food like home
Love has vanished
Kind words missing
Taken places around.

People, place, identity
Changed the boy
Now he begs for not
Food only mercy shown
A thing to call agonies.
O mom, come to me
Take in your arms!

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