Ice Cold

Something amiss in the house,
 I do not know, better not to go close.

There prevails an hushed silence
the quietness is beyond reference.

Mother and son walk past,
 never do their eyes cast

a shade of recognition
show a feel of repulsion.

it is been there for a week
 both  careful not to leak 

the cause of the indifference.
 The withdrawal ushers a severance

as the mom experiences vexation,
 senses her love has become an illusion

the son gets on his way, his nose in the air
never once recalls his mother’s care.

Who is going to break the ice? 
as their ego has grown in size.

Not the mother knowing her well,
 Not the son, their life turns  hell.


By meenas17

A lover of classical Carnatic music.
An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood

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