Serene

Last night I saw her clearly

draped in red-bordered saree

Shanka Pola white and red 

bangles on her hands moving

Vermillion streak in her parting

and on her forehead "sindurer teep"

Resembling Ma Durga visiting

always looking prim and neat

a force to reckon with.

She called out "lunch is ready

come soon, before it turns cold"

She had made her signature

"Macher Jhol", "Aloo Posto"

 "tomato chutney with Aamsottor"

Meal she cooked painstakingly 

stirring "karais" and "dekchis"

till satisfied right consistency 

had reached.

She's there frozen in my dreams

Unforgettable, her memories 

Over a decade gone her ashes

I immersed in the river Cauvery

Her void is like an unhealed

wound still festering

Her love spread like a sheet

Tightly tucked in and tied 

over with my heart strings

Ma never left, she's still

watching over me!

Her beauty is seen in 

my surroundings.