In The Memory Of My Mother!

The day I had first blubbered,

To the day she had last inhaled the air,

She was by my side.

I was very good as an infant.

My make-and-believe world revolved around my mother.

What she used to say I used to obey without any objections.

The day I got my own decision-making ability,

I wasn't an infant anymore.

And my love for my mother wasn't the same anymore.

The day I became a teenager,

I started bursting over on petty issues blaming her for each and everything.

My mercurial nature made me lose my temper,

And she lost my love.

Being the mother of a short-tempered son, she didn't leave any opportunity to calm me down!

My crush got all my attention but my first love - my mother got snubbed away by me.

The day I grew up,

I crossed all the limits of moral code of conduct!

I used to come home drunk and used to shout at her.

I blamed her for all my failures.

I didn't come out of my room for hours whenever I encountered a rejection.

But someone kept waiting for me without food.

Now when I look at her grave,

I lament!

I lament over all my lies,

All the mistakes I have committed,

All the harsh words that I have ever said to her

Which continue to echo as mea-culpa in my mind,

Screaming that whenever I'll reach home no one will be waiting for me.

Yes, the lady who had groomed me for the last 20 years is dead!

Yes, my mother is dead!

After so many years,

Whenever my children ask about their grandmother,

My vociferous description of her ends up with moist eyes.

I go to the place where the sepulcher of my matriach rests.

Sadly, my premoniting childhood fear of losing my mother has come true...

And I keep lamenting...

Now,

In The Memory of My Mother

I lose my ability to express -

My Regret,

My Grief and moreover,

My Unsaid Love for her.