Treasure Island

Najeeb Vadakkekad


Tomb Of Teresa*


Mother!
Came out
Only early morning
At where the men
Used to sit, corridor of hell!

She spoke at
Guys, who came
After the mixed
Enquiries of my father.
But only under cloak

The same mother
Yes, the same motherhood,
Now at
Graveyard
With other men, women and
Kids…

My mother's soul
Might be glittering
With the joy of
Being all around with
Her beloveds

Right now, I am
At my mother's graveyard.
Looking through the
Henna shed
For a vacancy
As I am a
Dissatisfied child of
Who looming
For My mother
Hugging.


Thanks! ! ! Babu Narayanan Ahmed

Submitted: Sunday, February 24, 2013
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