Growth

a poem by Yogesh G Nair

The pride of being
the child
of an Army officer
is lost forever.

I feel sorry
as I hear
about my father’s rise
in return, to the favour
of sharing my mother
with my father’s boss.

I am not very clear
of what forced him
to do all this.
And, why my mother
was forced to live with him
even after all this.

I came to know of it
through my father’s friend
who was frustrated, then
but is happy now.