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My Aged Mother
                                                                                                  Dr Sonia Batra                                                                       Septuaganerian ( between 70 to 79 years)


                                                                                   Dr Sonia Batra is a dentist by profession and writer by compulsion.                                 In her sleep...
                                                                                                                                                                                       In her wrinkles...
                                                                                   You have seen her in many anthologies, Notable amongst them are...
                                                                                                                                                                                       I see an innocence of a child
                                                                                   Genius, Break the Silence, Crossroads and many more. She has been                                   Etched there
                                                                                   awarded by govt of Seychelles, Khazakistan and Peru. She has numerous                               Creamy complexion long bygone
                                                                                   publications in online magazines                                                                    Absolutely beautiful, as she snores
                                                                                                                                                                                       Me oozing out of her every pore...
                                                                                                                                                                                       I resemble her so..
                                                                                                                                                                                       Yess, I see a child in her
                                                                                                                                                                                       In her faltering step
                                                                                           Will She Be Able To                                                                         I hold her now...

                                                                                                                                                                                       Like she held me...
                                                                                           Will she be able to love again                                                              In my childhood
                                                                                           Tattered n tortured, will she seek again                                                    In my teens, umpteen times
                                                                                           Will she be able to hear the song of her heart                                              Guiding me through my life
                                                                                           Will she be able to possess someone again...                                                In her forgetfulness...
                                                                                           OR...                                                                                       I see her busy finding my shoes, pyjamas, my stockings and my pencil and my compass
                                                                                           She will just drift away                                                                    Now I find her keys, her spects and her slippers, that tend to slip under bed, a torture...
                                                                                           On the waves of time n sea                                                                  For her bend back and rheumatoid arthritis
                                                                                           Never capturing the moment                                                                  I try to listen to her excited blabbering which she repeats and repeats...
                                                                                           Always shying away....                                                                      Like she listened patiently to my every storm, laughter and weep
                                                                                           Will she ever commit again....                                                              Yess sometimes, she drools
                                                                                           Will she ever fall as romantic rains                                                        Like a baby does...
                                                                                           Over hearts, her soul sauntered for                                                         Now I wipe her face
                                                                                           Or she will always be lost                                                                  Sometimes her hand trembles a lot
                                                                                           In whirlpools of Rights n Wrongs...                                                         I feed her, holding her spoon
                                                                                           Will her heart ever soak in love again                                                      Yess now I give her crumbs, due to her bad teeth, like she fed me on soft portions
                                                                                           Or she would tarry over the past                                                            When I had no teeth..
                                                                                           Sticking to dead moments, in refrain...                                                     Now in my love of her
                                                                                               More unstable than stable...                                                             Crusts I love to eat...
                                                                                               Will she ever complain...                                                               In her stubbornness, in her distress
                                                                                               Will she ever be selfish again...                                                        I so see a child in her...
                                                                                           Will she ever ask him, to feel her love                                                     Who just wants a listening ear...
                                                                                                     As It Is...                                                                       Best toy for her
                                                                                                    Till Eternity...                                                                   Love and coziness...
                                                                                           Or is it too much to ask once again...                                                      Her security and secures
                                                                                                                                                                                       Yess she wants a fixed deposit of cares
                                                                                           @Sonia Batra                                                                                But whatever I do for her...
                                                                                                                                                                                       It is nothing, before what she did for me...
                                                                                                                                                                                       That's the power of selfless love of a Mother...
                                                                                                                                                                                       Yess today I'm a mother
                                                                                                                                                                                       I can so feel that selfless love
                                                                                                                                                                                       In my body, in my soul
                                                                                                                                                                                       @Sonia Batra

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