Once upon a Time
Never remmber you seeing in flesh or smell, it is now forty nine Years, since you left me, I still can never make your face if you stand in front of me and say come my dear, yet I seek for that lap which I have missed for so many decades.
Gone are those days, crying for you, you were made to erase from my small tiny brain, yet how I wish and pray for the sweet face of you with a hug and place to sleep, all those years of shedding drops are gone, yet today while I pen these lines how I wish you were here with me teaching all that is talked about.
Where are you? Why did you? What made you? Was I so cruel? Why? Why? Why my ho my Dear? How would I have called you?......Mom, mum, amma or by any? Why Me?
Your face is a blank when your Photo is blurred and yet how I will if you come in front and say my son? How can I make out it is you, but where are you my sweet teacher? You brought me here and left me without a face to look up and say mummy or maaaa……Why?
I have seen plenty but not your Face but I have and I see you every where I go with or without, but I see you in NATURE. I love you Mother for all that you gave me forty nine years ago, nothing that I remember of you at that.
Yes I love you for all that you left for me……..
Thank you mother,
Musings of a man who is far and still asking the same…
Friends thank you for the support here for me to let out…
Regards,
Sridhara…
