Dr. Antony Theodore
My Mother In The Chariot - Poem by Dr. Antony Theodore
Watching a glorious sunset,
playful are the waves on my feet.
Gold, red, yellow rays
sucked me in delicate passion.
Their chariot of flames
flew down to me.
Flames around, all around
golden blue and red.
With gleaming eyes I saw.
Seven white winged horses
flew into my presence at the shore.
I saw my mummy in the chariot,
smiling like the morning sun.
My eyes opened as sunflowers do.
With moonlit eyes
pouring blooms of bliss on me
she whispered softly.
In joy immeasurable
her voice melted.
In hugs and kisses
she murmured in my little ears.
‘You are my treasure, You are the apple of my eye’.
She adorned me with the stars,
blessed me with tenderness,
filled me with treasures divine.
I was blissful,
serene and desireless.
Singing a glorious hymn
pouring on me, her sweetest perfume,
she touched my life from the chariot.
The chariot flew away.
and every night,
I look at the stars
send my mummy again to me.
Tear drops linger on my lashes.
(It is a pleasant vision of my dearest Ma (in hindi language we call mother so lovingly Maaaaaaaa) .
i lost her when i was in the school. She had cancer and died at the age of 38. I yearn for her presence even now every day. it is a great loss i suffered and i will not be cured from the wounds that is created by her absence. When I see the sunset my heart raises itself to her chariot) .
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