Mamma, I never thought one day,
you will not be here,
And I could never catch your sight
and could ever hear;
All that you said, to me, off-course,
for me and myself only.
I cry myself for you till I am,
dead and feel so lonely.
Mamma, the trees you planted once,
have grown so tall.
The leaves so pale tumble down and hence,
down, down they fall:
Never to be caught by those caring hands,
who took them before they hit sands.
Mamma, the sun is here, the rains unchanged,
The winds blowing but you…
Should I hang, poison myself or,
with other things, my soul blow.
Bleak, bleak and vague the entire world is now,
I wander and wander for a little glow.
Mamma, the path you showed is still there,
but I walk alone under the sun’s glare.
The heat is heated-up every where, and
the breath all the more flare.
Mind, thought, thinking all have been derailed.
so pinching, the grief has prevailed.
Mamma, you never said you’d be gone,
and leave me some day.
You never hinted to let me live by myself
and turn me ageless gray.
Know now, that your memory will always be…
so… soothing… penetrating and Alive. |
