Razia Begum rode 1,400 kms on her scooty in 3 days to bring her son back during the COVID lockdown; now he is stuck in Ukraine.
The twist of fate is not to be under rate,
The long ride, at the most precarious times.
In 2020, when she was the rider,
Her son rode pillion.
She zipped through those desolate corridors,
sneaking away from the virus,
gnawing on every human floor, knocking on every door.
The mother in her attire and fire,
challenged the face of death,
Her son, her child was her final destiny.
Telengana to Nellore and back,
A brave lady’s gobsmack,
Those who downsize the power of women.
The twist of fate once again repeats this story,
Yet there is a sad refrain that,
Keeps the story in different parts.
The boy now is 2 years older,
Mother dear 2 years silver.
War and distance makes things worse,
The dear boy is now on ground zero,
We pray for Mom, his hero.
Let her intentions ride again,
May the Good God bring back all the children,
Let this War not lock up people in fool’s paradise.
War is where the young fight and kill who they do not know, by the decision of the old.
The old know one another with whom they wage a war, but cannot kill.