Versed with Life

Salvation Creek

There is a road yonder that bend,
Leads to no urban city, no new trend,
They say it leads to a lonely hut,
Full of realities long from the outside world shut,
A creek flows by the lonesome place,
The only perfect thing, the beautiful mess.

The story goes as such,
A mother and a son were long out of touch,
From rags to riches the son had grown,
Left the hut, Left his mother forlorn,
Never complaining she waited on,
Looking at herself growing old in the creek, waiting for her son long gone.

The creek holds water so pure,
They say any disease it may cure,
That lonely hut stands by it,
Crying silent tears once where the mother would sit,
They say the ground soaked the tears,
Creeks water formed a concoction with it for eighty long years.

The story goes as such,
The son finally returned missing the place, missing his mother much,
Only to find his mother dead,
Lying peacefully on the river bed,
Salvation she had achieved at last,
Tears in the creek cleansing her agonies fast.

He sat aghast by the creek,
Fate had punished him by playing a cruel trick,
He was gone too long a time,
Now his mother died crying a river, the creek reminded him of his crime,
They say he became a recluse,
Shut himself from the world, avoiding them always with an excuse.

And the story goes as such,
The son died in the hut,
They found a letter in his lifeless hand,
Getting salvation in the creek, his final demand,
So they united mother and son in death, on the river bed they were laid,
Salvation Creek flows till date, endless tears of motherly love and manly regret.