The bubbling exuberance of youth
That your blink transmits
To a lonely mother
Waiting for you to be online.
Makes me go live.
A red blink of busy sign
Make my heart go haywire
For my little one
Hidden behind.
The green blink sign
And I jump with joy
To connect to chat
To share and rue
To groan and praise you
I forget that you need
Time and space
To be on your own
For a while
And take up all the time
And you graciously
Welcome me with a smile.
Am I jealous?
Of your freedom
The liberty and life
And compare albeit unknown
To self, the strife
That made my world
Not so long ago.
The conflicts of age and youth
Come to my mind
Where love and hate both
Coexist without a storm
Do I envy you?
For your sharp intellect
Confident looks
Brisk steps that project
Your life bubbling
With enthusiasm
Love and desire
Pretending not to read
Between the unspoken lines
I ping you, all the time
Despite all the fire
That the youth need.
Your tag lines
Make me happy
Make me worry
Of a little baby out there
With issues and concerns
To discuss and solve
And the selfish me
Thinks only of green blink
To welcome me
In your world
Of your dreams and hopes
And have to absolve
My selfish mind
For being an intruder
And a burden to my little one
Who carries alone
All responsibility
On her frail
But strong willed
Shoulders.
Straight from the Heart..... 
Hey Maa,
How the life that we live seeps into everything, even the poems! Eliot’s Wasteland appears a poem about a long time back now!