Be Human First

Some time ago, such an incident took place in Mumbai on 08/07/2017. It is shameful and questionable to be human.

Asha Sahni, 63, was living alone in a 60-crore house in Mumbai. Her son, Rituraj Sahni, is in the United States.  The matter has come up.  It is understood that the son last spoke on April 23, 2016. When the son came to visit and pick up the mother, the mother's bones were on the sofa. It is not known when or how he died.

It is a poem written by Asha Sahni after this incident touched my heart.




Many seasons from the balcony of this old house

They have touched me.

You are the only one who has not touched the season

Why is there no law in nature to return children like the seasons?

It's inside my bedroom

The picture of your pasni is washed

Let me come and wipe the dust only once

Before my eyes closed

I want to see you

A classic watch brought by your father

In the announcement of the last time you are coming

Is blocked and hanging

It's static time;  May your arrival move you

That mango tree in our garden

Where I used to feed you

Today I am old like me

Thoti, Kupri, is desolate, sad

Jureli, who had been living in a nest, has also moved

Before the tree falls, come and finish the season.

The breath is gone `season

This hope is dying

Breathing alone does not make you alive

There was no passion for a life without hope.

One day during your busy time

If you remember this hope your mother

Nothing much will happen

My muscles will be sore

The bones will be ready to welcome you.

I will have a letter in my hand

Which will be written

At my funeral;  Burn your remorse with my bones

I can't see you being sad

Selling this old house

And to reward all those busy children

He will fulfill his duty by finding his mother alive

In the end I forgot to teach you the knowledge of life

Teach your children

There is more love and compassion than money

                               Your mother Asha Sahni.