The phone always rings when I don’t want it to
The moments when I’d be fighting a war or two
With myself; That’s always when the phone rings;
Though hesitant at first , I’d pick it up,
Trying desperately to be a grownup,
On the other line, a concerned voice would speak,
“Dear..Are you alright ?”,it would ask with a squeak
With that, as if a weird switch was pressed,
In automatic response to the question voiced
Tears would roll down, and lips would shiver,
The quite sobs leading to a mighty river.
“Amma!”..thus would be my mellow reply,
Unable to hide my emotions or lie,
Relief and grief, all at once
Would battle to take dominance
Of my heart; But she would know
About the storm raging on
And she would say,
“Tell me what’s wrong.”.
With just that, I’d begin to calm down…
‘Amma’ means mother in several south Indian languages.
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