My Mother And My History. Poem by Subhadip Bhattacharya

History or a person's history
Is such that you don't even know
When it is made.
My mother died an unnatural death
When I was a teenager.
I was at that time
A very angry introvert.
I had only a few friends.
I wanted to do party with my mother...
To say good things to her.
And she went away.

Today when I look back
At my history
I yearn for those days.
History taught me to be
Little retrospective with life
To look back
And learn what you can.