Mother Poem by Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya

I am a baby

With me my parents are all in all

Ifind my mother absolutely nude

She stands on the chest of my father

Iam jealous of my father

I want those feet of my mother

on my chest and on my head

Her feet far exceeds al the wealth

that is Johannesburgh

and all the dazzle that is Pretoria

Iwonder why the mother

keeps that untold treasure

with my dad

who is plunged in marijuana and meditation

who is little worldly minded

He is so credulous

Anyone who praises him

gets his blessings

Believe me he is such a spendthrift

Oh I wish my moyjer had trusted me

and made me treasurer

of her feet