Maa Poem by Soumili Karmakar

Maa

I've heard Maa has arrived, and these longings for her return have taught me patience
Patience for enduring the scorching summer rays, with the flickers of my candlelight
And refreshing autumnal rains with winds in our lane
Melting by the lightening of flames,
And lingering moonlight being still with clouds in the darkest of days.
Surrounded by warmth and loveliness of my mother's eyes beholding unto this day
For all that she cares
Her adjoining palms did ask for all of us,
And she, being my only place of address.

Maa, I've heard you came from Kailash
I've heard the stair case of heaven begins from there.
I look at you with those bright watery eyes, as the sun gazes at those snowy peaks in Nepal
Some wishes live only in prayers;
Our beloved homeland, our beliefs and morals
But still I wonder Maa, you must be privileged as you could walk through the heaven
And meet my stars in the galaxy even in rain.
Maa, would you tell me that when I believe there's a star in the night sky above the home we call
Above all the wars and thunder
Bestowing upon us his blessings and love,
Did he tell you that he wishes to relive his yesterdays?
Maa, I promise I would not be disheartened if you do not wish to answer
I know, you do look at us, too
Even when we're not at your temple
Maa, I know the ashes that burned,
The yesterdays' which could never return
Still breaths here the same.

Maa, I've smelt the welcoming bunches of chatim
They've always smiled while falling in the path of life,
And they've bloomed for you, they've given the price of essence which life sometimes subdues.

In those flashing lights of thunder and lightening
In those mist and moist wintry days of last months air
In those tearing drops of eyes and heartbeats
And in those feets we have bowed to bid the last goodbyes, though days felt in vain.

Maa, if you meet the star which I've always missed
Will you tell him that 'I met your child'?
Maa, if in another world I could go with you, would you place me beside the star I lost as a child?
Maa, after one day you'd be returning to your in- laws palace,
And we'll again wait another year for the autumnal rains, and the drawing of your eyes
With paintbrushes of artists and dawn cheerfully singing in your name
The welcoming of the divine.

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