She wasn't even patient

to finish her son eating

the food she had prepared

to ask the question

How is the food, son.

It was a normal food

Nothing even special

But filled with care and

emotions and sometimes

with the thoughts too

Well, she just wanted to

hear her son talking

She asks the question

How is the food, son.

It never mattered the response

or the way of response

She just wanted to know

If he acknowledges her efforts

Even if it is of not-so-good taste

She would ask the question

How is the food, son.

How would a pathetic,

arrogant self-centred son

understand the emotion

thriving for a bit of respect

for immense caring

nature of herself

Could've been made happy

just by answering her question

How is the food, son.

Gets angry, he

lashes out, he

kept quiet without answering

So she starts looking for the

answers in his behaviour

Changes the food

before the next meal

And then she asks

How is the food, son.

Opinion                 4 June 2020