MA
(MOTHER)
Your comb lies unused upon the dressing table,
Your medicine box lies open under the dimmed lamp,
Your keys hang forlorn on their rack,
Ma, when will you come back?
Your dark teak bed lies awaiting,
The linen all so fresh and bright,
Dad smiles, his photo framed in black,
Ma, when will you come back?
In your Puja Room, Lord Krishna smiles,
Dulcet tunes waft from his beckoning flute,
Your dogs wander aimlessly; taken aback,
Ma, when will you come back?
When I fell down, you helped me up,
You showed me the righteous way of life,
You smiled and always brought me back on track,
Ma, when will you come back?
Alas never! Your time has come,
To seek the far, distant, unending shore,
Where flowers bloom eternally and no pains rack,
Ma, I know…..you’ll never come back.
~Basu~
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