Forgotten Sistha

One day she left home To be with her love Leaving the rest of them behind Time passes, One years, Two years, Three years and more No phone calls No visit as if She is not one Off to the movies they go No calls to her No thoughts in their mind So, she thinks do they Sit at home around the big table Passing their judgement She picks up the phone Only to call and speak To her dear loving mom Quick to find a nice way to say They didn’t mean to With a glare on face, That no one could see She says with her voice Yea RIGHT.