Retrieving The Morning

Another morning of sunny day;

Is awaiting as I dressed up like a young lad;

While the grass behind my window is all set to hay;

Its silent fragrance still makes me mad.

I walked down with the bouquet and dimple on my face;

While the home seemed to be lively again;

Instant appearance of the woman could be from another phase;

Scolding to the little brat, busy in stealing the grains;

Her feet made a successful chase;

And I constantly became frail.

Oh! Mom it’s been years you left me alone;

The pain of your absence is increasing upon my chest;

I recall those days and I feel so much lone;

call me, hug me once; I’ll die lest.

Another evening of sunny day, I came;

To see my lovely mother on my own;

This little brat has become a lame;

Eyes or tears, heart looks to be torn.

 I saw her sleeping sedately;

Though not visible, I could feel myself under her arm;

The barrier of stone between us was not barricading me absolutely;

Not barricading me from her love and charm.

Hours passed by, sharing my childhood, feelings and fun;

Sitting beside her, on the lap of heaven’s root;

I thought how my life has turned;

With the new branches of the newfangled routes.

I gave the bouquet to her;

While tears showered my eyeballs;

I have to leave her;

Only to see her in photos with my ‘eyeballs’.

Better becomes the best,

Circumstances are the best teachers of your life,

Life goes on ,

You take it happily or sadly-your wish,