My Mother Poem by Anindita Bose

If today my mother was on earth,
if she was with me now, I would
have suggested her a visit.

We both would have taken
an auto from home or maybe
an Uber, and written the
destination...

the hospital in which we both
were born on a 29th October,
she as a mother and I her
first born.

That visit would have been to
show my gratitude to her for
giving me life and letting me
witness the essence of being
alive...

for now I know that in this
world, there are thousands of
mothers who are helpless at
times and even if they desire,
they give up their babies in
their wombs.

I am afraid of death too, and
at times I wonder why
humans are not immortals...

but that day when my mother
silently left with a peaceful
face, even though the fight
was tough, her trust was
shattered, and I stood beside
her like an uprooted tree...,

I realised that life is nothing
but breathing and laughing
with the loved ones.

If my mother was still here,
I would have stopped
complaining about the extra
rice or the short dress that
she did not want me to wear

I would have rushed into her
arms and thanked her a
million times for giving me
the chance to feel a love
filled heart...