Those were the exulting days preceding 17th October, when 'he' was acquiring everything which he desired,
Perhaps, on that Aurora of 17th Oct, 'he' might be sensing that day as same as before,
Being an 'oblivious human being', off to 'his' slumber in beauty of dawn & seeks the tweeting bird.
Stepping up towards school, he hearkens mourning tones, gets back to the home & looks demised MA's sore!!
That was An act of 17th Oct.!
At the situation, just not 'himself' but the words had drowned in the flood of tears with agony.
'He' can not even cry, that deepest tragic incident was in front of 'him' & was helpless with lonely.
Now, he 'himself groans escape' , crying hearts out & fell down the ground!
That pain can make teary eye to that Almighty, who made 'him' solely!
Till the night, 'he' became 'voice cave' by crying sound!
That was An act of 17th Oct!
He was a dependently boy,but yet he had to become an independent.
God called his mother to lead in heaven but her life was insufficient.
Mother's love, devotion & blessings will always with him.
That moment was undoubtedly full of lamentation & nature's sin.
That was An act of 17th Oct!!
No experiences of joy was passing in his dreams,
When 'he' used to feast with mother of 'ice- creams'.
Sure,She is watching you from that holy heaven & hence,
Mother as a Goddess in the heaven is testing your Patience!
We'll meet again,when God me take in the same place!
And That is also An act of 17th Oct.
[I've written this poem for the tribute of my Brother alike Friend's Mother.] Rest In Peace, aunty.