For A Bereaved Mother. Poem by Bishnupada Sethi

He can hide behind the darkness.
He can merge within the light rays.
He can take any hue of the tree leaves.
May it be any colour of the sky
Or the ocean
To match with their pigments
Is no issue with him now.

You knew him so much.
It did matter a little
Whether he was here and there
And so familiar were you
With his contours.

You are the greatest artist ever known.
You created him,
Sustained him all throughout
From the time
He was only an egg
Till he grew up so big.

Now you can take a pen,
Use the sky or the ocean,
Shade of darkness
Or the patch of light rays
Or the tree trunk
Or any empty space
As a canvas
Draw him as you wish
A toddler
A teenager
An adult in prime youth
Or anyway you remember.

Feel him
He is here
On the clouds
In the sky
On the ocean
On the tree tops
Over the hills and meadows
And wherever reaches your eyes and mind.

He was here and there
Now he is everywhere.