Some time ago, such an incident took place in Mumbai on 08/07/2017. It is shameful and questionable to be human.
Asha Sahni, 63, was living alone in a 60-crore house in Mumbai. Her son, Rituraj Sahni, is in the United States. The matter has come up. It is understood that the son last spoke on April 23, 2016. When the son came to visit and pick up the mother, the mother's bones were on the sofa. It is not known when or how he died.
It is a poem written by Asha Sahni after this incident touched my heart.
Many seasons from the balcony of this old house
They have touched me.
You are the only one who has not touched the season
Why is there no law in nature to return children like the seasons?
It's inside my bedroom
The picture of your pasni is washed
Let me come and wipe the dust only once
Before my eyes closed
I want to see you
A classic watch brought by your father
In the announcement of the last time you are coming
Is blocked and hanging
It's static time; May your arrival move you
That mango tree in our garden
Where I used to feed you
Today I am old like me
Thoti, Kupri, is desolate, sad
Jureli, who had been living in a nest, has also moved
Before the tree falls, come and finish the season.
The breath is gone `season
This hope is dying
Breathing alone does not make you alive
There was no passion for a life without hope.
One day during your busy time
If you remember this hope your mother
Nothing much will happen
My muscles will be sore
The bones will be ready to welcome you.
I will have a letter in my hand
Which will be written
At my funeral; Burn your remorse with my bones
I can't see you being sad
Selling this old house
And to reward all those busy children
He will fulfill his duty by finding his mother alive
In the end I forgot to teach you the knowledge of life
Teach your children
There is more love and compassion than money
Your mother Asha Sahni.
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