Mother

She was born again after destruction,

The place was the same so was the direction.

She remember waking up calling out his name,

And searching for him in the midst of her internal agony and pain.

She had no idea to what that pain was associated with,

But she felt it and it was there surviving in the depth.

There he was sitting in the kitchen reading newspaper like nothing happened,

Who was she to point out what itself was not ready to be comprehended.

She was devoted in making them a house,

House of their own with all love, respect and enthusiasm, without any doubt.

She didn't knew that she was building what is destined to be destroyed,

But was indeed doing so in order to fulfill her internal voids.

Time passed by and they grew together making their home as beautiful as they wanted.

One starry night, he only left to come with what we call a social animal,

One he brought but a whole lot came and she was shocked to see what was being welcomed.

They used all of her utilities as if it was their private property,

He didn't say anything cause he adored them more than her sobriety.

She was losing her temper, she was mad as hell.

He was still welcoming the lot not realising her broken shell.

They continued to come and destroyed her world,

Her home was her world,

But for them it was a source of luxury and swirls.

They didn't listen to her,

They went on ignoring her,

All they aimed for was him,

He was the one who caused all the pain.

She went on bearing for a long time,

But couldn't hold after she saw the actual crime.

She knew the time has come,

For her to destroy her home and make a   self turn.

He might be at fault but he knew nothing else to do at all.

The process ended with her.

Again will start with her.

Cause she is in many forms

Each with the same fate but different storm