ROOP REKHA BHASKAR
One In A Million - Part Ii - Poem by ROOP REKHA BHASKAR
Once again a hollow burrows in me,
Once again, she is packed and ready to fly.
Sometimes I see her speculating – Sometimes, it is me.
Only Questions… and perhaps, it is the same for her too.
She barely strode out of the side gate.
And now astride on the highway.
“Don’t worry” her look seems to say -
But silently musing the unknown.
My expression responds ‘its gonn'a be all right.’
And I ponder at my resolution.
Will the food give her cramps? Are the professors friendly?
Will new friends love her like her old? What about the weather?
Will she have any spare time? Will she be happy or cry for me?
“Pasta is like rice noodles with sauce. I like it! ” she quips.
Mama! It’s Roma! Do as the Romans do…. I know it’s a fib.
“I’ll never have time to brush my hair- so I’ll let it loose.
I can paint my nails blue; as unlike in school. So,
No moment to spare to Skype or chat with you.”
I turn my back, “this place seems a railway platform” eyeing the clutter of bags.
I’m certainly not helping you pack your strewn clothes.” I holler-
Folding her jacket and stole. ‘Too much’ I grumble………and softly mumble;
“Can I put some crackers, a few munchies. Your favorite Hershies – white ones? ”
She stares – eyes crystal. I’m greeted with silence; The door closes to her room.
The dinner was spent at the TGIF – bursts of words and loads of mute chatter.
We shopped and present her with a green Anarkali.
‘Be totally Indian in Totally Rome’ I said.
The quiet walk through the car park- she pinches me and meows like a kitten.
I meow back - she stretches her hand to hold mine.
“Can you make rotis’ for breakfast tomorrow?
I’m not going to get them in Rome you know.”
Yes. I do. I also know your silence and the closed door.
Your mother is always waiting at this point – every time you walk through.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
'Anarkali' that i mentioned in the poem is the name of an indain attire like a salwar kameez. The rest of it is true just like the earlier poem.
Thank you 'Poemhunter' for helping a mother share her thoughts.
and also a big thank you for the people who have read my poems.
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