With my sons living far away
with the timings in a stray
one might be getting up with the morn
the other would be retiring in a worn
whilst the third be involved in work all through
as a mother I make no calls in true
fearing I would distract them
and really disturb them
but wait in anxiety to hear their voice
a day without talking leaves me with no choice
as there surrounds a gloom and a worry
while my heart pounds with a query
as how they are getting on in distant lands
hoping they are well without any difficult stands
so the day passes on the whole
dull and dim, moving without a goal
Well, that has become my routine nowadays
eagerly looking out for their return in a gaze.
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