Passing Fantasies Poem by lalitha iyer

Like the Autumn leaf
lying yonder dust
all my loved ones died

My, Dear mother
who sunned my blinded looks
with her love and vision
she who suckled life and warmth
into my being
and seeded life to my seeings
flew with the migratory birds
fancying beauty of other worlds
without saying an apology word

I took the chubby kid
only yesterday in my lap
and patted him
with my life blood fed
yet today he like an alien being
stands apart from me, I statued and sting.

My handful of love and passions
I poured into my heartfull of emotions
still parched are my lips full of thirst
my pot of life is empty and endless
no stones of hopes raise the levels to joy

Like the dews of winter night I fell upont one sun lit morn.