My Mom’s face

Atul Chandra Sarkar

Oft I’ve felt that when it rains
I recall forgotten joys,
I recall moments lost,
I try to feel the touch,
That put back few strands
Of hair from my temple,
And lift my chin to ensure:
My eyes were tearless,
My expression fearless,
I recall the smile of love,
The twinkle of affection,
The squeeze of oneness,
I recall voices gone silent,
I recall the gas balloon
Dodging raindrops and soaring,
The paper-boats sinking
In the unstopping pitter-patter,
An unfortunate ant
Struggling for survival;
I can hear a voice calling me
From inside the house,
Warning me to be careful,
Not to get hurt;
But I, unheeded, putting my feet
Into the rushing stream,
Slipping and falling back;
Ah! that exhilarating feel
Of last raindrops
On my eager face,
The sight of a peerless rainbow
In my eyes wide-open;
That empathic shout,
I can still hear,
That hysteric rush,
I can still feel,
That agitated hand,
I can still see,
Her arm across my shoulder
And, I know she’s there
With me………….


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Double Post Graduate in Philosophy and Sociology and LLB degree-holder, a Gold Medalist from Canning College, University of Lucknow, U.P. India. Presently engaged as Advisor (Industrial Relations) and Public Information Officer (Corporate) at Uttar Pradesh Rajya Vidyut Utpadan Nigam Ltd., Lucknow, Uttar Pradesh, India and is a Guest Faculty at Electricity Training Institute, Sarojini Nagar, Lucknow, Uttar Pradesh on the Right to Information Act, 2005. An Advocate registered with the Bar Council. Articles, poems and short stories have been published in popular National dailies like Pioneer, Northern India Patrika, Times of India, Campus Verse, Shaktivani, etc. A Blogger at Times of India's speakingtree and having a flair for oil painting. A democratic, liberal and humanist to the core.

Last updated November 13, 2014