To Her First And Only Son

By Sarita Shubhadarshini

How lovingly those soft hands used to cradle the saddle for days,

You were the finest blessing, like blissful sun rays.

While she had you she had the brightest smile,

She gave you her whole world, could run millions of mile.

You have become her cause and her totem.

You are the muse of her mournful mayhem.

You disappear like a rainbow in a sky, brief but tender.

You were the exact embodiment of her splendour,

Her tall fingers, her shadow, it was you all.

And while in the night, she sleeps at all,

She sings to you lofty lullabies

With shivering voice and lustrous eyes.

She calls your name, while caressing your cloth!

Why can't she cease to love you, our azoth?

As you were part of her for 9 joyous months, a dream come true!

She built hope, to name you, to play with you and to scold you,

She practiced all the playful ploys,

She bought for your tiny hand a trove of toys.

And now all the aspirations lie cold,

Yet you never called her maa, Bud!

With you gone, she visits you in dreams,

Plays with you for ample times and screams.

But she wakes up calling you, and you don't listen for sure.

Does she not know that you don't live anymore ?

By Sarita Shubhadarshini