Flown, far away.

He tried as hard as he could,
But he couldn’t.
He could feel himself slowly slipping away,
Each breath,
A little further away,
He knew it had to come today.

She was there His Mother,
Smiling her best,
Dressed in brown
Her face, looked truly incapable of a frown.

“Why are you crying Dona? It’s alright, come, come to me”
Her face looked real,
And her voice he could feel,

He slowly gave in,
He slowly gave up,
He could have chosen to get up and walk away,
But he now had a reason to stay,

Sometimes the World looks better with your eyes closed.
-Anirudh Shankaran.

Photographer – Aarthi Shankaran.

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