ON THE WAY TO BRISBANE (To My Son)
You never know when slowly up and up
And further away from your motherland
Sitting in the cozy lap of your jetliner
Away from the nearness of your city
Away from the dear ones
Grandma, mother, sister, friends and ‘she’
Only clouds pass by your wings
To bid you farewell thru windows
But your highflier couldn’t fathom
The depth of love left behind
The worries agonies that shed
A mark below the eye lines of your mother
With a vacant look in your eyes
You keep yourself busy in the T.V.
And as if in a trance-
You dream of your childhood
Your college days and beyond
Your love-hate relationship
With the world around you
Only to be awakened by the air –hostess
“May I put in a pillow behind your neck, sir? ”
Rajkumar@Kolkata
08-02-2006
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A true dilemma of overambitious new generation which depicts how families are parting away under the stress of modren life. A heart touching poem, Rajkumar Jee.........................10/10. Regards Naseer