A. Jayaprakash Jayaprakash Panicker
A. Jayaprakash Jayaprakash Panicker Poems
A Sonnet To My Mother
My mother has been eleven mothers
And a hundred grandmothers
She's never noticed her getting gray
For, her eyes have been after kids all days.
Now she is sonless and daughterless
Yes, true mothers never have sons
Daughters neither, but children,
Only, children and their concerns.
Mothers and rivers are same
They never keep away from flowing
From the first dropp to the flooded union
Constantly they keep things under covering
Gods respect all bearing moms
For, Gods and Moms do the same.
The Colour Of Affluence
This flowering is really painful.
Philosophically she bares herself
And puts on a cover, transparent.
I feel like closing my eyes at ‘hers’.
The mood she made in me was mild
Like gold and its lenient luxuries.
Why is there no leaf or a little shade
To be put on her here and there?