My Mother In The Chariot Poem by Dr. Antony Theodore
My Mother In The Chariot
Watching a glorious sunset,
playful are the waves on my feet.
Gold, red, yellow rays
sucked me in delicate passion.
Their chariot of flames
flew down to me.
Flames around, all around
golden blue and red.
With gleaming eyes I saw.
Seven white winged horses
flew into my presence at the shore.
I saw my mummy in the chariot,
smiling like the morning sun.
My eyes opened as sunflowers do.
With moonlit eyes
pouring blooms of bliss on me
she whispered softly.
In joy immeasurable
her voice melted.
In hugs and kisses
she murmured in my little ears.
‘You are my treasure, You are the apple of my eye’.
She adorned me with the stars,
blessed me with tenderness,
filled me with treasures divine.
I was blissful,
serene and desireless.
Singing a glorious hymn
pouring on me, her sweetest perfume,
she touched my life from the chariot.
The chariot flew away.
Every dusk,
and every night,
I look at the stars
and murmur:
Twinkling stars!
send my mummy again to me.
I sleep.
Tear drops linger on my lashes.
(It is a pleasant vision of my dearest Ma (in hindi language we call mother so lovingly Maaaaaaaa) .
i lost her when i was in the school. She had cancer and died at the age of 38. I yearn for her presence even now every day. it is a great loss i suffered and i will not be cured from the wounds that is created by her absence. When I see the sunset my heart raises itself to her chariot) .
strong emotional lexicon and truely touching. U have a way of painting an everlasting picture. I wish u another encounter with this bliss again. plendid write.
Every dusk, and every night, I look at the stars and murmur: Twinkling stars! send my mummy again to me. ohh touching lines.. you loved your mother soooooo much.
This brought tears to my eyes.... I just realized another soft nature within you. That was such a young age. But after so many years you feel per presence. that means she sends her blessings to you every dusk and every night. The only word that the world can understand, spoken in any tongue is the word. MAA. The most beautiful word
A heartfelt poem of longing for someone precious who has departed..... may you find comfort and solace in all the glorious sunsets yet to come even if they will never replace your lost Mom. Thanks for sharing a piece of yourself.
Heartfelt poem, no words can describe the beauty of this poem. Mother is one and only in this world nothing can replace her. Loved this poem. Thanks for inviting me to read this wonderful poem. Beyond ratings.....
In joy immeasurable the idea of things not being measured simply because it is to great, is hard to capture. This love is so great and It hurts to know you were deprived of it in many ways. I am thankful you know where the source of that love comes from. Thank you very beautiful poem 10+
Like Geeta I do believe that Ma is reading your poems, from the second you start writing them; she is connected; you can say: she is always reading your soul. I appraise life for giving us nature to communicate the essential things of our existence. I can agree with the vision, that this what sunsets are about.
A very beautiful poem on your loving mother. The very thought of her fills in you immeasurable joy. Beautiful sunsets leave you to view the stars. Let one of hem be your mother pouring blooms of blessings on you. Dreams of mother arouse in us a novel energy. Thank you Tony for sharing such a marvelous piece....10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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'I sleep. Tear drops linger on my lashes.' There is deep beauty and loss which never fades in the unending loss of your mother which still haunts across all these years of absence. Why does such loss never fade? Because 'She adorned me with the stars, blessed me with tenderness, filled me with treasures divine.' Such love such beauty never dies, a tribute from the heart, a testament of the soul.