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.