To My Son, With Love Poem by Preeth Nambiar

Upon the bed, listening to the notes of crickets aloud, slithering from conscious to the unknown depths of the unconscious, I heard her whispering softly on my ears:

I am here, my child, right near to you, with my eyes upon you, fingers caressing you and heart throbbing for you! I can see the corners of your eyes still wet in my longing, but my son I let not the earthly eyes to perceive my formlessness nor times of those lives to measure my timelessness. I wanted my son to look deep within him, to feel my life pulsating within him!

Fear not, my son, for I will not leave you ever hungry, until there are leaves of majestic green, fruits ripened upon those thick branches and until there are fleshy roots beneath the soil! Fear not, until I have the power to move the clouds, direct the course of sun and decide the time and seasons and I will not let them ever terrify the existence of my son!

I can hear your shattered voice, I can see those innocent tears, and I can feel the pain in your heart! Trust me, dear son, I will not leave my hands held tight on yours, until you cross this wilderness and those mirages perplexing your senses! I am waiting, right here, to take you with me to our abode, far away beyond the galaxies, there I shall whisper my love!

Fear not, O adorable son, I am with you!

© Preeth Nambiar