Never Ending Absence

Mumbai, the city of dreams,

It always made you beam,

You never wanted to leave,

For it made you achieve,

Everything that you had your heart set on,

You transformed from an awkward, overprotected little duckling to a graceful swan,

You became a man,

Formed your own clan,

Filled people’s lives with hopes, ambitions and drive,

You helped them thrive,

Always pointing them towards the right direction,

However busy you were, you always made the time, to hold their hands, with a lot of affection,

I wish you devoted half that time,

With your son at bedtime,

Your time, that’s all we ever wanted,

Instead, you made us feel unwanted,

You always chose your work over us,

And made so much fuss,

Trying to convince me, 

That everything you did and achieved, you did because of and for me,

I wish I was a terrible homemaker and mother,

Then maybe, you would have prioritised your family, more than any other,

Pressing task, client meeting, unnecessary ego massaging,

And finally, people pleasing whereby sabotaging,

Your every chance to have a peaceful life,

You may have found peace in the afterlife,

But what use is that,

When the child and I feel splat,

In the face of your never ending absence.