Comments about Aashisha Chakraborty
Thank You Mom…
Your loving hands caressed me
As I was ensconced in the warmth of your being
Like a fledgling I reposed and rested
Nestled in your bosom, under your protective wing.
My substance derived from your essence
My existence tied immutably to yours
You nourished me with your life force
Even as I, inside you, waged wars.
From a minuscule nucleus
Struggling to a slightly grown seed
I was still a bare fetus
And you I did need.
An indelible part of you
An image of you in creation
Our fates bonded inextricably
Our destinies in conflation.
Beautiful was the ...