Return Home Poem by Aumreetam Dinabandhu

It was not difficult to foresee my fate
that the history might repeat for my deed.
The veins of my body shivered, eyes paled
bone marrows shriveled and feet trembled
after I received the phone call.
My only son applied for green card there
where I graduated once, had the same choice
but I denied, and returned home.
Time takes me back forty years from now…
My conscience weakens my mind and intellect
every time when I recall I repent
why I went for graduate abroad
leaving my country,
leaving my elderly parents home.
The funeral was over before I returned,
the house seemed empty and forlorn,
the bed where father breathed his last,
the empty chair, the charpoy, the slippers,
the umbrella, the farm equipments he used,
the lemon trees he had planted
in the backyard, were brimming with fruits
looking and speaking to me
as if father was speaking:
my son! You are late
I wanted to see you at my last moments
Murmur you the last words of my life.
The reverberations of my voice,
the antiquities I left,
will be with you always
to whisper the songs of my immortality
to reach the destiny of your dream
to inspire to walk ahead, my son! -this is our life…