As I sat by the cumulus
Intended to have some gossips
like past.
As I began to say,
Words fell from my mouth
Into a deep pit
Of darkness
And a cut back bumped
Into my naus.
A murky memory image
Of my 'Maa', sitting, weeing
Began to float
Like a straggled boat in ocean
On her bed-stead, lying next to the door.
I ran and ran to execute
My modus operandi
Of osculating her hands.
As I reached to
That benediction,
the sheet of fog
From my mind
Vanished.
A cascading succession
Of tears and sobs
Began to flow.
Maa was bereft
But there was a heap of dust
I, with my barren hands.
(Dedicated to a Mother from her Daughter)
#_ M.K Aassi
14-06-2019
