To Mother

Let me take my leave then,

My mother.

For the sail is well nigh set 

And the wind is pretty much high

And the world before me 

Awaits.

Let me heap my luggage 

Over the board and touch 

Your feet. Let me walk 

To the world, travel far 

And wide, with your blessings.

My ambition is safe with you.

And my love, that too is ensconced

In your mighty heart safely.

Let me have the trust, my mom

That when I am hurt,

You will bless me from afar

And I’ll be up flying once 

Again.

Let me fight the dragons —

Large foreign birds flapping,

Let me fly on them.

For you have trained me;

You have trained me well.

Let me discover the unknown 

Lands for once.

Let me come out of this tiny hole

And see places, watch them with eyes,

Touch them, feel.

Let me just run, and run faster

On land and plateau and rocks.

I am sure my ambition is safe with you

And my love — I am sure your hand

Will always float over my head

And I will come in the evening,

Every evening,

And will tell you what happened

In every day’s game

And you will — your 

End of the tale.

And that, is life ain’t it?