The Change

He wasn't happy with his nose
There was a crooked edge to it
Not straight and strong like Leonardo's

He wasn't happy with his chin
It was too short and stumped
Without a sexy cleft like Travolta's

He wasn't happy with his body shape
It was too pugdy
More like a teapot
Far from Schwarzenegger's packed, muscular, build(in the past).

Change them all
He thought
And I would be a changed person
This was the resolute
With which he marched into the plastic surgeon's clinic

Save me doc, he said.
From the mess I was born into
From all my insecurities
From all the contempts of my peers,even my wife.
Whatever it costs,
It doesn't matter.

The plastic surgeon,
Did he hear those words?
Maybe not, maybe he did
Whatever it was,
the stack of cold, hard cash
brought out the resolute in him.
"I vow to help the poor souls,
Who are suffering
Because of their deformities,
Ugliness and monstrosities."

After countless operations,
and all his lifesavings exhausted,
he was indeed,
a changed person.

Excited, he bought a ticket
Back to his hometown
To visit his old mother.
"Mother, Im back to see you,"
He knocked fervently on the eroded wooden door.

"Who are you?"
His mother croaked,peering over the spectacles
hanging on her nose.
"Im Eric, mother. I've returned to see you,"
He answered.

"You're not my son," The old lady shook her head vehemently.
"This is my little baby," She said,slowly opening the locket on her neck.

"This is my Eric, with my nose, and his father's chin."
She smiled lovingly, fingering the locket,looking into the far,
When the son she was missing so,
Was right there at her doorstep.