Driving from my parent's home to coachin last friday morning,
I saw my mother, beside me,doze open mouthed,her face
Ashen like that of a corpse and realised with pain
that she was as old as she looked but soon
Put that thought away, and looked out at young
Trees sprinting, thr merry children spilling
Out of their homes, but after the airport's
Security check, standing a few yards
away, i looked again at her, wan, pale
as a late winter's moon and felt that old
familiar ache,my childhood's fear,
but all i said was,see you soon,
Amma,
all i did was smile and smile and smile.....