The Broken House

The house is not same anymore

After mother is gone,

It smells of emptiness and a strange abandonment,

That surrounds a temple,

When the idol is stolen

by some miscreant.

Children are going back to 

Their lives of everything that makes

One forget the lost, the family and the business of life that must go on.  Father has risen

Like a phoenix

From twelve days long fire 

and normalcy has gripped him

in its resilient arms.

Fghting for a dead mother is far more difficult 

Than a living one, deads lack the presence to assert their rights,

The single daughter looks on through the window and tries

To bear the pain of 

the dismantling of a  home, the gradual disappearance of it, 

And the strange purposelessness

of living without a mother.