#TheUnrequitedLove

It's been five years son,
my old grim eyes haven't seen
your bright happy face.
My hands now shiver
but they still want to hold your hand.

I admire those days when we used to
sit together and laugh.
Now when I look at the stars,
I feel our love vanishing
into the countless folds of time.

But my love will never fade
for you,everyday I will wait
for you, sitting at the same place
I sat waiting when you were a child.

I message you sometimes
but you never respond.
You just send money and
then disappear as if you were gone.

When you were young, my
heartbeats comforted you.
I thought you could never live without me.
But now I see, those soft heartbeats
are replaced by money's loud thuds.

All I do now
is to write about you
and imagine you have just
gone out to play.
But as night arrives, you don't return
and the silence of this lonely house
murders me from inside.

I think whether becoming a mother
is a blessing or curse ,
because this pain strengthens with time.
Thousands of my unanswered prayers
plead to God
end this haunted life.

And yet I hope you remember me
and wish to meet me again.
Or is this just
this mother's Unrequited love?


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Here's your surprise @syed.muhayir 😊
I hope you like it . You suggested me to write about a son's longing for motherly love but I wrote the vice-versa.

I mostly don't write romantic posts and I also wanted to participate in the contest, so I wrote it in another perspective.I hope you readers like it.


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