Mother Poem by gopikrishnan narayanan

Many times
You hurled me

First
Steeply
To the feet.
Then
Twirling or pouring
In to the dark

From distances various
From time planes various
Bloodied by solitude
I went on
Supplicating.
Like a stone
Towards
The centre of the earth

The application
Was rejected

But
Mother,
I know.

Somewhere behind
Your eyes
Open and close

If only
A little bit of my flesh
Were jammed
In its hinges!
Then
At least that bit
Of mine
Would have been
Valid.