ODE TO THE MOTHER

 

ODE TO THE MOTHER

It is eerie, it is fey,

I must not, what I see.

Spectres of future,

Piercing my soul with spears..

Six ghostly hands stretched out to you,

asking for some dues.

Mama, then you awoke with a scar..

Couldn’t do much, I was near yet so far.

Giver of life! Feel your "motherhood" pain,

though your child, selfish I remain.

It is eerie, it is fey.

The reply came to me,

"When Goodness over evil succeeds,

is then one of His angels bleeds."

New pictures of destiny come to me…

Saw a white bird fly Alight in the sky,

"Ma! I am far, yet so close to ye!"

 

10th March, 2005