Do Me This Little Larger Favor, Mom... Poem by Aadil Hingorjo

Mom,
I miss you today with heavily-loaded heart
It's noon here; sliding to afternoon
I don't know exactly what it is
But it's any hour of the day falling down
And I'm missing you, Ami.

I miss the warmth of your hug
I remember every layer
Your kiss upon my forehead
And when you kiss my hands
And when you bid me bye whenever I leave home
And I miss the expressions of your eyes

Yesterday she told me that she'd complain you
About me, about my attitude, about my indifference
She told that I wasn't behaving well with her
She complained about the time
And also sighed about the distances that I created
She wanted to talk to you
She yearned to meet you
She wanted your ears
She wanted to go against me
She's so sweet that she missed you in such times

Mom, you know the depth of me
Your son can't be better known by anyone
You fed me your life
You nursed me; you nurtured my nature
How it feels like when someone attacks you
Without knowing your unexpected absurdity
Mom, you see I've been freshly naive to many things
Since childhood it's been happening
I've been loved; you loved me deeply
That I forgot to love you back
Since then I'm still stuck somewhere
I couldn't be a good lover
I feel myself as a beloved
Latif's Lover was a woman
And in my story I too feel the same

I love her; Perhaps she cannot sense it
Perhaps she wants the plain storyline
Yes, I'm different
I'm a godless creature
I do nasty things
I write some boldest and bravest excerpts
I smoke in the airy images
And I breathe out the blood
And I write strangest emotions
And I'm unashamedly me

Tell me Mom, if that's not alright
Tell her what should I do next
How I am supposed to act like
She's my heart; and the heart beats out uncontrollably
Stoppage of her beats, Mom you know, is like a pause to my rhythmic pulse
Mom tell her that I've been a bit careless
How time-to-time accidents have excreted me
And how everything came back to life soon
And how everytime I woke up with head held high
And how I sometimes am but like a stone who doesn't even know his own story

Mom, I admit that I've hurt her a lot
They say love hurts; it also heals
I don't want to hurt her anymore
But she is stubborn to get the same me
She doesn't know that I'm still the same
With same fingers, same nose, and the same eyes
Yes, my head has undergone untimely archaeologies
My heart is still inside her breast
I'm locked there; I'm unlocked there
I keep on walking her ways
And will soon be enjoying with her the celestial sunsets
By the seaside we will exchange the same laughters
The same smiles, and the same stares will visit us
Mom, tell her that I'm not to rocks what I'm to the Indusian ocean

Do me this little larger favor to me, My Mom
Calm her and ask her not to worry
Remind her of the twists of life
Teach her the tricks of time that are cruel at times
Unlayer it all in a womanly way
Observe her ladylike lifestyle, and also notice her childish gestures
Hold her a little tighter, meet her spiritually
Go someday to the mysterious dunes of Malir
And travel with her on Highway
So hearten her with utmost honesty, Mom
Only you could do that!
Yes Ami, only you and none else can interpret my obscurity.