Theme: Demise

Oh, My Auntie!

Sad demise of the hand
That acted like a cradle
For my being to grow up
Saddened me with tears.

Partly a mother, a guide
In absence of my mom
Leaving no stone unturned
In building up a safety zone
You are the one who fed me
With milk of your large heart.

The blood running course
In every thin vein of my life
Feels a sacrosanct presence
Through your mortal absence
Wrapped a veil on your face
Only to see Great Almighty.

Oh my dear Auntie cum mom,
I would be ever looking for you
Throughout my days and nights
In times of all crises and plights
For your soothing caring hands
On my heads to be caressed by.

Wherever you are or go away
But you must be there in me
In all my actions, and thoughts
A s you are most caring hand
That made me stand to my feet
Made me do taste something
That I was not at all allowed
During my "upnayan" and wedding.

I would never forget the salt
That you stealthily provided with love
I would never forget the "aanchal'
I used to hide myself under yours
From the miscreants and casting spell
Of the black eyed fearing women
And the mewing white ‘dayan’ cats,
I would never forget your ‘roti’.
When forced to "bhat "by mummy.
You were my mother away from my mom
In all the pangs and travails of time !

(In memory of my motherly Auntie who expired recently)


More By  :  Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar

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