Ludo

In childhood, I would tug at Mum and say,

“Let’s play!”

Sometimes she could,

Other times, life got in the way.

I would search the house,

A small hand reaching for her time-

But she had three others to care for,

While I only had one: Her,

Now, in adulthood, time has reshuffled.

Mum texts me,

“Mind playing Ludo with me online?”

We’re all so far now-

My siblings, scattered.

She has only me.

And I…

I am the same little girl,

Singular.

Still waiting for her-

But this time,

I am the one occupied with “other stuff.”

And our game of Ludo,

Our time together-

Is never quite done!

But, the void…..

It’s never filled up!

©® Farheen Bhuiyan Nancy

Time Frame: 3.55 pm, MIST, Mirpur Cantonment.

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