My Mother Past the Grave by Vishnu Rajamanickam

My Mother Past the Grave by Vishnu Rajamanickam

It was a bright and sunny day as I strolled,

With my head bent in flooding reminiscence
Along the grapevines with floundering steps,

I walked through the aisle in distress.

There shining like an armor was the grave,

Of my mother, sweet in life and painful in death;

Tears rolled down my withered face like crystal pearls,

Dear mother, come back to me.

I thought of her love frozen past aeons ago,

Of her bundles of smiles and thousands of kisses,

Her infinite cover of kindness wrapping me up;

O my mother, please come back to me.

For me she lived, for me she smiled,

For me she unfurled her hands open wide,

And as I lay eagle spread on the grass,

O my mother why don’t you come back to me?

The cruel jaws of fate never sleep sans blood,

Sucking my joy and my lifeboat’s lodestar;

O my mother the world is desolate without you

For the last time I cry my mother, come back to me.

Author’s Bio: Vishnu Rajamanickam is an undergraduate student of civil engineering at National Institute of Technology- Trichirapalli (NITT). He enjoys reading both classical and contemporary poetry and has been writing poetry for the past five years. He can be reached at: vishnucr@rocketmail.com.