Mother And Son - (G S 4) Poem by Prabir Gayen

Mother and son
(G S 4)

After long journey of life
and responsibilities essential to finish,
on bed sheet for last drop of water to cross the fence,
a father of five robust men,
Mr Shankar,85 years of corporal frame looking upword to faint to naught.
Tears flowed and empty heart mumbled something inward
and towarda room where his
105 years mother is on death bed.
Faint hearted Shankar looked upward and onward and swoon to death.
A star- faced, silent place in a graveyard and with many nocturnal animals and birds, Shankar finds a low branched tree to live,
A new member to the graveyard amidst many bygone dwellers,
Ever pensive mind of the new comer enhances the quality proper to the gloomy bower.
To settle for the next world of wordless voice,
Shankar gracesthegrave with profound stillness,
No worries about the possibility of impending charm
that silent soil offers to new dear,
Shankar with childish fantasy of being a bit more dear
awaits with innocent heart.
A sound of jingle, murmur and fragrance favour struck him as afamiliar face in front
with wide eyes,
despair appears:
" forgive my mother for the failure on my part and injustice done to thee,
I was thy heart and soul of thine was my harbour, thou worked hard to nourish thy baby and not a single day thou got what thou wert to gain,
Thy tears flowed over the years andsilent submission to life than a disciple to deity,
Dirt, dusty life thou hast for thy boy and thou never had grudge against me and around the corner of my house,
Lived silentlywith burning pain and suffering wert thy fate and I was wondering not.
Forgive me for the inhumane ingratitude and utter loss of my devotion.
Here in this graveyard's grace let me sleep in thy shade and shadow of thy love,
Years of pain and somnambulism, incoherentwert my terrace and devoid of the temple of eternity".... quoted Shankar looking sad face of his mother freshly painted in fleshlessattire.
"Thouwert my sole son and my heart's joy,
thyfather's only light and auraof my heart,
I saw thee open thy eyes,
glimpse of God and I saw those pair closed permanently before me,
my boy, thou did what thou hast to do,
lifeis good for a mother for her child to spend time together with sun and shower.
I loved thee and teemed thee with the name of God"....... Saith Shankar's mother who spent her mortal life washing clothes and working low for upbringing her only son and set him a successful career whosebusiness and development firmed him away from his lone mother.
Now both art celestial bodies and souls art painful for lovelessness, and separation for long on earthly plain,
Plaintive Shankar repented to the core and wished to rest on the lap of his mother. Deep pain pierced their souls and spirit bodiless sky found a private place on the elysian top of tower.
Shankar like a baby sucked her breast,
an ethereal blissful rest,
His mother like adaughter of night milked her baby and a deep slumberous delight fall on both of them.
Heaven descended there on the silent tomb of dead; demigods,
a union issued between infancy and affection.
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