The Longing For Her Poem by Preeth Nambiar

Lighting the earthen lamps upon the doorsteps, looking at the road meeting another, I don't remember how long did I stand there. I was longing for the sweet voice of her anklets approaching but there was nothing but silence profound and dense darkness amidst the thick branches of the trees.

Maa, I am weary waiting you! I haven't eaten anything since morning waiting for you and decorating this small home that you have presented me with. The broken bones in the foot are hurting, yet I am here at the doorsteps just to have a glimpse of you. But how long will I stand here so?

I have kept your favourite pudding in front of the lit lamps, Maa, come and taste at least a drop of it for it is my love for you! I can see a butterfly, perhaps lost her way, seeking refuge within the space of the room flooded in the light of Diyas or is that you, Maa who always surprise me with myriad forms?

It is night and sleep is conquering eyes tired of waiting you! Maa, from far away, from wherever you are, sing a lullaby for me, let me feel myself on your lap like that of an infant! In your fond thoughts when slip into deepest sleep, Maa, kiss me on my forehead and bless my dreams with your abundant love!

…And let me wake up to another beautiful morning, in your longing!

© Preeth Nambiar