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"Burden?"
Durba Mitra

I can feel it 
In my bone marrow...
I am losing 
The battle...
With 
The departed Soul
Of
My Mother..
To 
Take away 
My Father. 

It's been 
A
Long 
Tug of war. 

She wants Me
To
Let go.
I
Am 
Clutching 
Onto
My 
Only bloodline 
Desperately. 

Pulling 
Me
On
The Other Side...is
My only Son.

Dot at
6.30 pm..
My son 
Informs
Me...
He gets admission..
In
Computer Engineering. 

I drive 
Like
A madman...
To 
Inform 
My Father! 

He
Tries 
To 
Focus 
On my face...

12 hours later...
My Mother 
Wins.





















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