The child in me always lives,
But I do not know why it leaves,
Memories of my mom hunt me,
Her face of serenity catches me,
Love to be in your arms,
But Destiny snatches you from my arms,
The umbilical connect,
Never disconects,
The lullabies you sang to kill me to sleep,
Still echoes at my way drums when I go to sleep,
Looking at the full moon I recollect your face,
The awesome serenity of the moonbeams grace,
Calling the moon as my maternal uncle in the top,
Chasing away the lunatic in the rhyming
you lull me to sleep,
Soul seeking another flashback of the childhood,
To repay the debts of your motherhood,
Alas! For a moment of time could flashback,
Would love to be there in your wombs in the rollback,
Never again would dare to venture out,
Even your lovely wombs eject me out & out,
.....
(c) Akshaya Kumar Das
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
love- flashback, good one