Sudipta Mishra, Puri, 14 December 2024
Don’t leave me, Mom
Come to me when you are done!
You once said, “Don’t you
dare call me when I am with David.”
When did we hug each other last?
Why did not you leave me?
I remember –
your fickle words,
non-responsive eyes.
They questioned my unknown cold-blood, my interrogative thoughts!
Everything travelled into the blackhole,
Every wish of mine was
trampled under someone else’s desires,
Which were beyond my control.
Once my naked eyes
caught you both!
I hid my face with my tiny fingers.
If I had the power,
I would have selected blindness!
Now, after theorizing so many theses,
writing so many poems, and designing several anecdotes,
I pen down a last letter…
While sealing it with intense passion,
I let you free from my life!
Go Mom, go!
Live your life…
