Sobs my soul; the memory flames,
The departed day; the deserted day,
Left me here you voyaged away;
Deep valley of sorrows swallowed me then.
You gave to me what all I need;
You brought me up where I am now,
Affection I enjoyed all through from you;
Made me a man; a man of values.
Crawled on your chest; sucked your milk,
Oh, my meek mother! You let feel me cosy,
Beneath your safe and warm plume wings,
Ignorant I was, merrily played.
The furnace that burned inside your heart,
Seeped tears from your gorgeous eyes,
The rippling grievance bore you calmly,
Sweet mother! Unaware I was of your lament!
Yearning to see you; longing to touch you,
Feel the presence of invisible guide,
You won't go far, I know, you can't leave me,
For my sweat and travail hurt your heart.
Our mortal flesh departs and rots;
Our immortal souls exist all around,
A day will come to reach up on you,
To lie down and rest once more on thy lap.
By Balan
An inflamed thoughts on the remembrance Day
of my Mother's demise.....7th July.
Revised on 9th July.