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.
Looking deep in me these days
I understand that I’m different.
The difference now I understand
Has been in me ever, ever since.
Why I took this long to wade away
The pall of similar and the familiar?
This sense of difference I feel in me
Is the diminishing of margin I have.