Light Of Mother

By Darsana Kakati


Heel and toe through by lane pacing,
In together with an accompany,
A central rod bracing:
Overhead a circular cloth canopy.

Eyes scrutinize road in deep;
Life as a witness:
Ambling is the darkness.
Evidencing by the by lane,
Engulf me with gloominess,
Life like loominess.

Advance backwards home, breakneck speed:
Shelter in need.
Mother confess closing windows in certain,
Gaze on chink of curtain.

Stare above the sky:
Those were the days—
Then clouds gaze more valuable,
Than now mobile phone scroll.
Cloudy as sky
As life is.

Those were the days—
Then seems sky near, try touch;
Now seems happiness near, try feel;
But in vain.

Rain starts pouring:
Those were the days—
Then in together with friends, to dance;
Paper boats with names;
In together with wishes and flowers.
Overhead a banana leaf,
In fear of Mother of
In disobey of belt of consequences of
But in happiness.
Now in together with Mother, to wait;
Father from office;
In together with arguments.
Overfeel a trauma life,
In fear of father of
In follow of unemployment of
Rain into tears,
And in sadness.

Brimful floods in houses,
Brimful tears in life.
Petals periwinkle absorb raindrops,
Feary face absorb teardrops.
Flowers gets pluck–
Like kid from Mother Plant separation,
Physically die on Mother Earth womb.
Tears gets stuck–
As brain forms exhaustion,
Me mentally die on father heart.

Sunlight on AC waterdrop from slab:
Diamond-shine but fade,
As temporary.
Love one's blessing on life:
Shine but fade,
As memory.

Those were the days—
Then reading in candle night,
Hand fan at midnight.
At sudden–
School friends and teachers words encompass,
My mind and heart with words of my might.

Serene smell awaits aftermath rain,
Calm in me awaits not in vain.

Advance towards Mother, all my might:
Shelter in her heart.
Mother confess–
there's rose, there's hibiscus,
Are unalike.
There's five fingers,
Are unalike.
Different purpose presence.

Those were the days—
Then figuring refrigerator light out, while close how.
Now figuring window light in, while open now.

Mother Nature's child—Betel nut tree gold shine
Mother's child—My best ornament, smile shine.

Then heart crumbled,smile never saw,mind rethought.
Now fear crumbling, tear never seen, Mother's words rethink.


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