Mother

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”

Shamsud

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