Mother: Third Anniversary Poem by Rimni chakravarty

Three years and I commemorate the twenty fifth day of April
A severe pain almost kill
Me every moment as I breathe
I groan and seethe
None to console
I am now a lost soul
Ma has left her earthly dress to turn to a spirit
She had grown old and could not stand on her own feet
Now there is an altime void
I look up at her photograph
But no consolation
For three years I cannot touch her nor hug her
Neither we exchange smiles and laughter
She has left me to journey in a world so far
Where death can reach me
But would i remember my me after death?
I commemorate my mother's third anniversary with them who looked after her
They are the two maids uneducated, mercenary yet did play their part
Others were gone away from the scene
I treat the two maids and share my owes with them
This is how I play my game