'The Insane Mother' Poem by Tanya Roy

''Insane;
She is'',
Mocked his,
son in din.
And her eyes,
filled upto brim.

Decepted,
She felt.
When before her kid,
she knelt,
for a permission
to not to be sent,
to old-age home;
In commotion.
It was him,
whom she always protected,
from every grim.
But never she was respected.

And now,
the fortune
has brought him
to this tune.
Felt she lame.
But no body to claim
and to blame.

Was that the crime,
for her ladyship?
To make her son creep;
and leap.
To sing lullabuy,
so that he peacefully,
sleep,
merrily.
Was that the insanity,
to pamper her baby?
Is this a legacy?
By her only kid,
to throw out a lady,
out of a mother- child
relationship.
The insane;
Felt this pain
more than,
the pain of gestation,
which she suffered in
winter, summer and rain.

In a car she was carried
to her new home,
which her son chosed,
away from all norm.
Non-stop he drived,
In a vied.
Felt she hunch,
for something unfortunate.
Hum,
it was,
of the train.
Remembered, ''She,
is now an insane.

Soon hubbub arrived,
of people like her aged.
Unhappy to see her fortunate home
she stepped,
out of a vehicle.
Thinking of her life's cycle.
With mind, fickle.
The insane;
cried with pain.

Bid,
she, a good-bye.
to her only kid.
Prayed to God;
For her son's safety,
In mid,
as he drives hurriedly.
An insane;
with heart full of pain.