Treasure Island

Dipankar Dasgupta

(17th April / Calcutta, India)

Mother’s Love


It is hard to fathom
An amazing link
Larger than the ocean
Deeper than any sink

You are confused
As you try to understand
At a loss of words
On the shore you stand

It has no end
There is no measure
Nothing asked in return
It is just to treasure

Growing up is difficult
Want time with friends
Why is she always waiting
Setting an annoying trend

You want freedom
You are not cynical
Then why is she refusing
To cut the umbilical

Life is becoming a drag
Please leave me dear
I can steer my way
Without your interfere

Time has moved on
The tables are turning
Memories flash back
A different yearning

The haziness clears
The softness return
You long for the love
That you failed to earn

They don’t understand
Are emotions leaving door
My intentions are pure
Don’t I deserve a bit more

I sit in the darkness
My heart pure as a dove
The world around me
Appears deprived of love

As present turns to past
There is a reminder from above
Mothers are only allowed
To give unconditional love

Submitted: Sunday, May 18, 2014

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