Sadness

Peeping from my window,

I ponder what to write?

About homes that are endowed,

With sadness and plight

Little Johnny, now so grown,

Leaves home in search of soul

Wizened face of Mama so brown,

Bewails with an unheard howl

Lass out of her adolescence,

Weeps with a broken heart

Unable to forget 'His' essence,

Searches him in every other heart

Concrete buildings with homes like these,

Appear to be strong, but are factually so weak

With silent tears and promises to cease,

Day by day rising the sadness peak