Mamma, that microscopic monster is here,
Nearly 6000 sunsets get fadeth in the West every day.
My homeland, she is disconsolate and downhearted, mamma,
She whimpers like an old lady throughout the night
Unable to witness 800 souls fleeing from cold bodies.
She sees a fine line between life and death mamma.
I am befuddled mamma, Help me! Guide me!
My heart does not belong to me anymore.
Mamma, my heart feels partitioned,
It is controlled by some perplexing & abstruse mist.
A part of my heart is aching mamma,
I cannot see my homeland in distress.
I want to go back; I want to console her.
The other part is enigmatic mamma.
It’s compelling me to perceive reality of my future.
A future that I can never find in her.
It asks me to be contended with 7000 miles between me & her.
Mamma, is it wrong to be happy & thankful for my life?
Mamma, there seems to be a very fine line
between selfishness & selflessness.
Leading to a finer line between sorrow & happiness.