Mama, I am not dead

Mama, I am not dead, I am alive.

I know your love for me will always glow

Like paint on canvas.

With neither respite nor getaway,

You worked hard and watched me grow

Just like the gardener watches the rose.

But the rose blooms and dies Mama

And the gardener is not saddened

For too long a while

For he understands the wheel of life.

Mama, I was putting the foodstuffs in the barrow

To be taken to the supermarket’s shelves.

I do not know Mama how the fire

Broke and within seconds, all was on fire.

I wanted to run away but couldn’t.

I saw no windows, no doors, no friends.

I was alone, desperate, gasping for breath.

I called for help, no one replied.

I cried Mama! Mama! please save my life.

My clothes were on fire, my skin charred,

Flowing away with the fire.

My heart ached and slowly,

I surrendered to death.

All the pain and the deep agony vanished.

Angels came and saved me so lovingly.

Now Mama, I am in heaven

Where lilies bloom innocently.

Heaven is too beautiful Mama.

If the world had taught me words

To describe the beauties of heaven,

I would have told you about it dear Mama.

Mama, go home, do not wait for me

Near this supermarket, for you won’t see

Neither my bones nor my ashes.

Go Mama, be love, give love to all.

Be the light that you always were.

We will surely meet one day.

I love you Mama.

pramila khadun

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About pramilakhadun

I am the holder of a Bsc degree in Food and Nutrition from S.N.D.T University,Pune,India.Have taught this subject in a private institution for almost thirty-five years.Currently, I am retired and travel alot with my husband Raj, daughters Dr Rajnee and Priyum and son Airline Captain.Had my first book of poetry published by Minerva press, London and other two in Mauritius.More coming soon.I love poetry and enjoy reading poems of poets across the world and I feel Destiny Poets is the right place for me.

6 thoughts on “Mama, I am not dead

  1. Amita Paul

    The poet shows a compassionate identification with the victim of a tragic accident and his grieving mother, and gives a soothing and comforting message to the sufferer.

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    1. pramilakhadun Post author

      Thanks dear Amita for this wonderful comment.Can u imagine a mother waiting in front of a supermarket for hours for two days waiting for her son to be found out. A poor mother who had sacrificed everything for the welfare of her son.

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