Who shall I cry before, Mother?
Not a doctor,
He is neither friend, nor foe
Not a god
I never slept with my head in his lap
Not a mentor
He was always critical and harsh
Who shall I cry before, mother?
Just some sweet words that you say,
Make me float above all fears,
Make me see the night fairy again,
Make me hope to laugh one day,
But who shall I cry before, Mother?
– by Priya Sogani