Threshold
“When at work and play
I remained among my folks
Today I am sitting at your doorstep, all alone
Waiting for your call”
I heard my mother humming this
Today, as I was going past her
She in her wheelchair
Pathetically bent forward
Looking back at the past
And casting a blank eye towards the present
Instantly the hollow of her loneliness engulfed me
Into the palpable horror of a realization
That you and me and all of us
Are trying our best to escape
The door is in front of us, yet
The threshold seems to be unsurpassable
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