Deadlines
These days we rarely get to spend time,
Then why do I feel? As if I still……
breathe through you like old times.
With every breath in and breath out,
My wellbeing was all you cared about.
Trading your comfort, youth, and worth
For a bleak hope of giving me birth.
From the first inhale, tear, alphabet, step, or nursery rhyme
Always there showering all your attention and time.
Making my achievements as your success paradigm,
Never mentioning your problems and playfully asking:
My sweet little kid, did you eat all three meals on time?
Sorry maa, there had been some changes in project timelines,
Stuck in the middle of travel schedule and deliverable deadlines
Damn these deadlines
Never expected you would be lying unconscious in my arms,
Never realizing the responsibility to shelter you against all harms.
Fell in my own eyes for the first time,
Trying haphazardly to mend my crime.
Damn these deadlines
©one_eyed_poet
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