"Mother" - Yes, it used to be a melodious word
Chakpram Priyanka *
She was my "mother"
One who was standing at that high pedestal
I could not reach the height
See her real face
She was an angel
With a long black hair and a warm halo
And a magic wane that could give us gold
We loved her, happy that she had magic.
She became my "friend"
Stepped down onto the ground
I could now feel her face
Her skin soft and emitted love
I saw a part of hers in me
Her eyes held this secret.
We shared a bond -
Pain and anger made us bitch - it was fun!
She is now God's child - the "Chosen One"
The chosen one - to suffer
Even now in death, she writhes with pain.
The final human parting - I saw tears in her eyes.
Maybe she knew we wouldn't meet again.
When we finally did, she was already sleeping and deaf.
But to tell you the truth, I know she heard me, she was smiling.
Her body was dead cold,
Was waiting for the warmth from the funeral pyres.
I BETRAYED HER.
I KILLED HER.
She died because I made her die.
She was calling for me,
I was watching movies.
I can still hear her callings,
I'll die with this voice
It tires one to wait for death.
The clock ticks away
My time will come soon, and I can't wait to see you again.
Are you really happy there?
* Poem written by Chakpram Priyanka . She is presently doing her PhD from Jawaharlal Nehru University (JNU), New Delhi. This poem was webcasted on October 10, 2008.
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