Madathil Rajendran Nair

Gold Star - 27,404 Points (3rd December 1946 / Bombay, India)

Blessed Be Your Sons - Poem by Madathil Rajendran Nair

I walked down a Tamil street
Drunken of the elements
Cold gushing gales inebriate
As it poured cats and dogs
On the west beyond the Ghats

Winds and clouds embraced
Each other in passion
In the rain-shadow where I trod
It drizzled as the sky bristled
Unshaven above looming dark
Pretentious of a downpour

Jutting onto the street
On my meandering path
A Devi temple stood
Painted gaudy green and red
Where the destitute waited
Extending their shrivelled palms
For sporadic drop of alms

And there sat this old woman
A bag of bones
Mass of wrinkles with grey hair
Like a puffy summer cloud
Cotton candy on a stick
Hung in the present without a past
Untouched by time gazing past

I sat beside her
Called her my mother
For she couldn’t be anything else
For a man out on the streets
Drunken with soulful forlornness
Sweetened by monsoon rains and winds

I fed her my morsels
Gave her the coins
She smiled in wrinkles
Just enough for a son
As I walked back
In drunken ataxia
Soaked in tears
To my temporary shelter
Of worldly impatience
And frowning grimace

The nest of the heart
Now has a hatching egg
Of hopeful awareness
That the Mother is around
Every which way one turned
To remind us of Her presence
Come home Mother in countless numbers
And bless us your wandering sons

Topic(s) of this poem: mother


Poet's Notes about The Poem

The summer heat makes me long for monsoon days. My longing takes me back to this poem of mine written in June 2013.

Comments about Blessed Be Your Sons by Madathil Rajendran Nair

  • Jaishree Nair (7/6/2016 8:16:00 AM)


    An emotional outpour filled with compassion. ..Thanks.. (Report) Reply

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  • Rajesh Thankappan (3/28/2015 11:07:00 AM)


    If you have compassion in heart, you can discover mother, father, sister and brother all around. You certainly have compassion in your heart and it is from that source this poem originates. (Report) Reply

  • Tirupathi Chandrupatla (3/25/2015 7:45:00 AM)


    Compassion expressed enabling others to develop compassion. There is Mother around to share feelings and to bless the sons and daughters. Beautiful poem. Thank you. (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (3/25/2015 3:31:00 AM)


    I got drenched not from the drizzle, but by the warmth of heart and the compassion expressed! Mercy hasn't dried up! How many such forlorn souls and care needing mothers are around us! But who bothers to drop our generosity as alms into their shrivelled hands......? An inspiring write!

    This poem reminds me of two of my earlier poems- Ripples and Alone in the Crowd! If you are in a mood, kindly have a look at them!
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  • Valsa George (3/25/2015 3:29:00 AM)


    I got drenched not from the drizzle, but by the warmth of heart and the compassion expressed! How many such forlorn souls and care needing mothers are around us! But who bothers to drop our generosity as alms into their shrivelled hands......? Mercy hasn't dried up! An inspiring write!

    This poem reminds me of two of my earlier poems- Ripples and Alone in the Crowd! If you are in a mood, kindly have a look at them!
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 24, 2015



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