One night, before the gasping began-
I was told later-
He asked for me.
I was not a pet,
Not a granddaughter he’d pray for,
Not an obedient homemaker,
Not a mother of a bunch of boys.
Hence I ignored the calls
Blaming the lies they may contain
I threw them in air
Like unwanted time- killers .
Now, days gone , a little away
From the umbrella -shaped stone
Among the knee-length green grass ,
I assume his body fighting with worms and termites.
I feel the calls might be true,
I might’ve been asked,
I might’ve been in his prayers,
A pinch of blessing
Might’ve been saved for me.
I drop a tear on the grass
For the last act of my disobedience .
An astonishing performance! Guilt,remorse,redemption coalesce in this moving poem.
Thank you Vijay Nair.
Highly moving poem with a true realisation that certain things cant be undone in spite of great desire or repentance. Brilliant work !
Thank you..:)
the last line worked well … and many can relate to this … you are blessed as the realization happened only to ensure the link is strong … be blessed always.
Thank you ji..