Sublime Bondage Poem by chayamsu v r

o, mother,
where are you now?

i am alone!

when i lay on your laps
and fed on your breasts,
how easily and quickly,
like a bird,
after its chirps and coos
and day feeding,
i slept!

now it is frozen a night,
without your warmth
and solacing sighs,
something heavy
loads upon my chest.
do you see it?
come and sing
one lullaby,
pat on my back
and entice a nice sleep
into me,
with soft dreams.
moro
they would turn real.

i am faltering
in your absence.
let all your throbs
pervade unto
my frail being.