Mother
Today after countless years, I reminisce the days,
When I used to run ahead of my Ma excited,She following me with equal delight; I wish I had followed her all the way. Today when I am away, I remember, The nights when she laid her hands on me; And the days when she waits for me, To come home for my nibbles and tea.
I don’t have anything in that old house; But my Mom; I have worked all these years to get back home, to my Ma and lay in her bosom. I grew up crying at her breast; I lay here now with tears with innate cognizance, Now I wake up in the middle and talk to my pillows; Life has highs and I am now drawn to my lows.
Is it worth? To live a life of a dog, To achieve the unachievable? While carnage your chums and all that counted once; And let her grow feeble and old; I lost her ageing soul – the heart of gold.
Let me go back and inquire about her dreams, Let me identify if I was mean? I never tried to see her aspirations, Never desires and questioned those perspirations; Now I close my eyes and see her ever smiling face, I hear voices from across the darkness; “Go back before it gets too late”
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