When I fell
My mother wept for
The big boulder
Hit me on the head;
Soil was made red which
My mother’s tears washed;
Doctor’s medicine and mother’s benevolence
Cured me fast and made me fit.
Outside the house,
The vagaries of life
Fired insults and injuries
Inflicting indelible wounds;
Got the magic balm
In the touch of my mother;
Love embodied in my mother
Nothing could defeat me.
That time also came
My mother bid goodbye
To her body and her son
End of the world? End of me?
No, life went on;
With more assaults and more beatings
Injuries were green
Never found the cure
Heart started the strike
Asking for rest on alternating days
D-day arrived and my heart was relieved
Free from the past and straw for the present
I could see them taking me
Pushing the trolley into the incinerator
Mother was not there to balm my body
Oh! Nothing was left except the ash!
I'm reminded of Lawrence's poems on his mother... The most fundamental relationship.The most fundamental loss.
you do have a positive talent for bringing out deep thoughts through easily identifiable words in a pleasing yet thought provoking way.. good!
Very very heartwarming - reminds me of the time when i was small and my brother jabed a gardenfork through my toes - my mother conforted me and assured me that she loved me and everything will get better Sylvia
Someone once said that all art is about life, birth and death. This is certainly art - moving and emotionally direct. Excellent.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Body is a mortal part of the whole. This is very thoughtful write Rajagopal. Thank you for sharing :)