Oedipus, Oedipus Poem by Mandira Mitra

Why are you so young Mama?
And why was Papa so old?
“But we were in love, Beta,
Imprudent and bold.”

Then why did Papa go away Mama?
It was not his age to die.
Why cant I, like them at school
Have a family?

“Oh yes, you can, my love
If we look near and far
For someone who’s lost out there like us
A knight in shining armor! ”

Would he smell like Papa, would he
Allow me now and then
To drive, and do all those things
Young boys must do to become men?

And I hope he will not beat me up
He’s not my real Papa you see!
“Of course, love', say I,
'I wouldn’t tolerate such cruelty! ”

I wish you weren’t young, Mama,
He sagely says as I,
Recline lightly on his young breast
Listening to him sigh.

We could be forever happy
The two of us, just so.
And years would pass by Mama,
And I would grow and grow.

You kept your day to day loveliness
And I wish you never die,
Oh why are you yet young Mama?
“And why are you so old? ” think I.