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82- When I complain

The lady who stood before me was exquisite,
Extensive love brimming, not a nanogram deficit,
Silver ran through her hair, lines of age,
Crisscrossed over her smooth skin like sage.

'What are You here for, young lady', she asks.
'Tell me fast, for I have various other tasks'
I keep my features neutral and try to hide my smirk,
As I feel a sense of warmth in my soul lurk.

'O, great mother,' I begin my fairy tale,
'I am here to tell you about my sorry state of quail'
Her eyes widen and her lips wobble,
'Who I daresay, has caused you this trouble?'

'Oh mother, you already know the answer!'
She rolls her eyes like a proficient dancer,
'It is Him this is about, isn't it, daughter?'
'Yes, ofcourse,' I say controlling my laughter.

'What is it this time, stolen butter or broken pots?'
She interrogates me with a naughty smile of sorts,
'No,' I reply, 'it is something much worse, my dear'
I move closer and keep an expression severe.

'What has He stolen now, curd or milk', she asks smart,
'It is my heart, dear mother, He has stolen my heart'
Surprise lightens her pretty face and realisation,
Hits deep her doe eyes, as she solves the equation.

'Oh!', she murmurs, lost in her own thoughts,
As she dreamily glances at those yonder pots,
'I can do nothing my dear, for He has mine too, little girl'
'Oh', I whisper as I twirl that solitary dark curl.

Smiling she opens her arms, and tears slowly,
Line my large eyes, and I oblige her wish wholly,
"You know, darling," she begins her tale leaf,
'Not every mother is proud that her son is a thief'

'But I am, and shall eternally remain so', she promises.
'The day He left Vrindavan, was the worst', she hisses
'I thought the pain would lessen as days pass by'
'But I was mistaken, everyday has seen me cry'

'The way I had, on that very eventful day'
'When He left for Mathura leaving us all in disarray'
I take a deep breath, slowly closing my eyes
And hug Yashoda closer as she chokingly sighs

'He took away every heart of Vrindavan, that morning
And has never returned since, just saying',
I do not know how long we stood there,
In each-other's arms, trying to comfort the other's share

But then I wondered, if I couldn't complain to Yashoda,
Then to who shall I complain about this thievery?