My Child

Only an extra-ordinary nose (which I have not)can follow the odour of your strange reason my son ! Why am I dying so much to pierce in to you and why are you so bewildered and scarred just at the least of my vision? Alas,you are now counted as one among the last grains of sand flowing down the throat of a sand-clock/ like the last cubicle of sugar upon the tongue-tip of time ! Tell me what you are/who you are, red or black/square or bulbous -answer do you never to any of my questions! I couldn't even guess even one millionth of your truth with all the intensity of my hard-ignited illumination ! Who are you?Twenty five years passed, what is your life your love? Why do you calmly turn your face when I approach you?Are you that love which I couldn't demand from someone or that ,which I couldn't give someone in time? Are you the haplessly solidified stony silent answer to all my anxious questions -big and small?Or are you the heavy return against those spent off,non-cared for ,ignored lighter moments that expected their jolly answer?