Mother Poem by Cyril Mathew

Mother where are you?
The Benjamin saw only
The negatives of the image..
Is it belle?

The weary one!

Many time used lips
The faded rosy;
Has it the warmth,
To give me the ‘touches’?

Where is the original?

Freckled nipples,
Channelized milking….
What art be in him?

Motherhood the otherness

As every baby,
The benjamin too a nascent one
The virgin mother gave a result
When subtracted from the used.

He heard the weary beat,
The twinkling stats saw a wintry smile.
The otherness’ pessimistic periphery
Made him the fittest and the weakest!
Is that the reason for the wrongs?

Mother where have you been?
I am searching your womb,
To reborn or to go back.

Mother I could enter into you,
Because you are a question!
Permit me!