A photo hung on a window hook
being there for a long time in great look
His mother had displayed it with love
as she felt that her son was most handsome
After a break of a few years
went to the ancestral home with all ears
The picture was hanging as usual
a burning candle and flowers lay there in casual.
Horrified to see that in daylight glare
feeling bad about the woman’s dare
threw the flowers through the window
shouting at her from my heart’s hollow.
She had done it with a purpose and design.
Praying for the man’s exit in a resign
as he has overthrown 
them in all ventures
making them part with his share in real adventure.
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