On The Way Tobrisbane(To My Son) Poem by Rajkumar Mukherjee

ON THE WAY TO BRISBANE (To My Son)


You never know when slowly up and up

And further away from your motherland

Sitting in the cozy lap of your jetliner


Away from the nearness of your city

Away from the dear ones

Grandma, mother, sister, friends and ‘she’


Only clouds pass by your wings

To bid you farewell thru windows


But your highflier couldn’t fathom

The depth of love left behind

The worries agonies that shed

A mark below the eye lines of your mother


With a vacant look in your eyes

You keep yourself busy in the T.V.

And as if in a trance-

You dream of your childhood

Your college days and beyond

Your love-hate relationship

With the world around you


Only to be awakened by the air –hostess

“May I put in a pillow behind your neck, sir? ”

Rajkumar@Kolkata
08-02-2006