I shall lay my head on her knees
Believing that God must have cured her arthritic joints in heaven,
Then she will brush my hair with her fingers
And I shall tell her all my soul suffered from;
I shall complain of the bouquet of roses
That pricked my hands despite the silk-ribbon
And scotch-tape woven around it carefully;
I shall tell her the tricks of the winds
Blowing roughly on me leaving all others
And of clouds that shower benign rain
On all others leaving me,
Though I stand under them with a bowl
In my hands raised skywards
Which stays dried up;
I‘ll feel she smoothes my hair
I am relieved, and her sweetness has removed
The wrinkles of my crumpled soul successfully…
I shall feel an urge to tell her
That I miss the apple-jam she used to prepare for me
In a sauce-pan,
And that I have left eating the soaked and peeled off
Almonds and raisins with a glass of milk;
I shall clarify that I am telling her all
Because I don’t tell
Such things to anyone
Not because they won’t listen to this
But because I have lost my tantrums wild
Somewhere in the fields of my childhood;
I shall ask her
Does she listen to my voice while I recite prayers
On her grave?
Does she see when my brother removes the frozen candle wax?
And washes the tomb-stone?
Or showering petals on her earthly-bed?
Yes, I shall tell her
That cooking shows are no more interesting now;
That all the tragic tunes interpret my heart
And all the sad songs sing of my soul;
But, will it be wise to tell her all
That might cause pain to her?
I shall have no idea of her allowed duration with me
So, I won’t tell her, or ask from her anything
But this, that we all are settled in life,
And that I am happy
And then I shall smile
as big as a smiley-sticker, ear to ear
and I won’t let her know
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-
-
that my pen bleeds still…
I love your poem with such raw honesty and deep emotions you endearingly paint in words a beautiful portrait of your dear mother and also reveal your innermost thoughts!
a beautiful write. i hv one bengali poem Mayer bhalobasha. if any how u can understand plz do read.maa k hath ka banaya khana ka jawab nhi hai. waise aap ki bhabhijaan ka bhi koi jawab nhi hai.unke haath ka pulaao ka kahana kya. sorry deviating from poem. it is a tribute to all mothers.
Shahzia, my eyes are full of tear right now.Beautiful poem.
MANY MANY..... HAPPY RETURNS OF THE DAY. MAY GOD BLESS YOU WITH LOVE AND PEACE. EACH AND EVERY RAY OF SUN MAY BRING A LOT OF JOYS IN YOUR LIFE. HAVE A NICE DAY WITH FULL OF FUN AND JOYS. HAPPY BIRTH DAY.
One of the best poems i have read really it is an amazing piece of poetry! :)
This poem overwhelmed me with sadness. I could relate to your 'scattered thoughts', dear poetess. 'and I won’t let her know - - - that my pen bleeds still' - so wonderfully the poem ends, kudos!
But because I have lost my tantrums wild Somewhere in the fields of my childhood It is an awe-inspiring share and an expensive tribute on Mother.
Outstanding poem...Heartfelt.........Artistic writing...WOW...I loved it. Dil se re....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A truly beautiful, heartfelt write.