The phone call

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…

-Surya Ramachandran


Automatic

‘Amma’ means mother in several south Indian languages.

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