Page 64 - Musings 2020

Face with One Eye

Aditya Upadhyay 2017A7PS0083P

So, there she was
early in this morning,
With the kid she has
standing by the bell ringing.

She has an unforgettable face
a face with one eye,
her identity in this case
another was her sigh.

Sigh that although being silent
still cried in a piercing voice,
Still, there she was benevolent
forced to take it as a choice.

Her bona fide presence
helped the mother in house chores,
with body having only soul in essence
And a dream blur yet pure.

The dream she had for her child
and the future of her family,
A husband not wild,
a profound metaphor, not a simile.

Greedy, idiot that was her name,
for she has jobs more than her carry.
Being low priced is her fame,
for it makes us and her merry.

"Good morning" she wished
and her kid sat near,
With mobile on which he played
Tetris or Snake in the cold air.

He was deep into it
like in love passionate,
"Lower the volume a bit."
My request responded in bafflement.

Beneath the kid's innocence and fear
may lie a potential who knows,
A young Einstein with parted oily hair
and mucus running down the nose.

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