Saturday, August 27, 2011

96.Online meeting

Son, come online tonight,
I will show you my wound
That refuses to heal
And does not let me sleep.

Put some balm on it
Of soft words and gestures,
The wound will not heal,
But may get flashes of relief.

I will also show you tears
Of your ageing mother
(Hope, you remember her)
Some caused by pain of body,
Some by a mother’s heart.

How will you wipe them, my son?
Empty words and gestures,
That is what you can give,
What else is possible online?

4 comments:

Keats The Sunshine Girl said...

There is an urgent need to connect physically, see and feel it for real. Let's hope online meetings do not overtake the personal touch.

kavita said...

Very sad and touching .

R. Ramesh said...

oh my dear friend keats is here...fully agree with what she says...

Indrani said...

Online presence too is a boon. Some have no time for that too.