By Saranayan BV
VISITING MOM When I die and if souls are eternal as they say -- Things such as heaven truly exist, The first person I would like to meet up there Is my mom. God listen to me if you are there – It would be banality if I expect mom to look after me again, I merely want to thank her for all things she did for me here. I was to care for her in her late age And I didn’t. This gives rise to the desire To believe in the presence, the timelessness of the soul, To believe in consciousness as an after-life truth, To believe in all the inanities born of the lust to live for ever -- Destruction of all that is sane and meets the purpose of logic. Mom is mom, her concrete efforts to improve The standard of my living cannot die, Either as concept or as proof of having been, Something that cannot melt, dissolve or be burnt. I call upon her, I call upon on her As brief of my lost goodness. There she stands, more like in alter Hazy and clouded Not able to see or recognise, Though the eternal mom has her soul in peace That I have arrived.
Saranyan BV is poet and short-story writer, now based out of Bangalore. He came into the realm of literature by mistake, but he loves being there. His works have been published in many Indian and Asian journals. He loves the works of Raymond Carver.
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