The last day of silky springs.

In a modern flat with dusky corners,

I am sitting in those corridors alone!

And looking at the bright moon,

that started to disappear forever.

I am hearing those words alone!

A new mother in my family,

says in the silence of the next room

“He is not wanted here! He doesn’t

belongs here, I want him out.”

That tore my childhood apart.

I am remembering those days alone!

I had a mother, my protector,

whose love was always there

as the dock leaf to soothe sting off.

A year before she went away,

abandoning my soul in these dusky corners.