Mother - Am I Fortunate

A Poem by Hari Sankar

Mother - Am I fortunate ?

Forty Years Back................

From the eternal slumber in the

womb of nature and from the cosy

comfort of evolution of nine months, where

vibrations from an unknown source

sustained and caressed me with life and blood..........

A sudden jerk woke me up from the

sluggishness to face to face with two

weak, wearied and tearful eyes looking

down at me with tenderness and two

pale hands scooped me yet again

into the comfort and warmth of

which I am, by now, very familiar with and fed me into the liveliness

and energy to face the mundane existence.

Over the years , the two

tender, weary and tearful eyes suffered

and sacrificed in silence and in earthy patience witnessing

the evolution of her creation

with the same warmth and affection , as if

it still is a part of her own body.........

Through the savanna of

picturesque experiences during the

evolution, the creation (myself) always

felt those two eyes behind me,

supporting and sustaining me in every way

possible, as if the creation is still part of

her own body..........

Over the years of search
of the creation (myself) for more
comfort from different sought out sources, channelised by the so - called society,the
same two anxious eyes followed me, the
creation, always seeking my welfare.

Over the years, exhausted
after the search by me ...............for all the
comforts sought after..... still
myself, the creation, could see
two anxious eyes behind my back......
which , now, I felt more weary and yearning for my soothe and support.

On realization , after an exhausting and exacting search that, the ULTIMATE TRUTH is nowhere external ,but internal , my source ,the owner of those two weary eyes , my earthly existence ......
MY MOTHER ....... MY CREATOR, MY GOD, MY RELIGION , MY CASTE , MY CREED , BREED , BLOOD, FLESH, EMOTIONS, MIND, THOUGHTS
MY EARTH, MY NATURE and MY UNIVERSE.

With remorse ....... when
I turned back, the same two eyes
comforted me with tears and reminded
me of my duty towards mundane and earthly life and
pushed me again to mundane
existence and towards my self discovered and society and earthly mundane world guided, imposed and compelled traditions, ethos and culture which can be epitomized with the epithet,
"comforts and hapiness"

As seasons rolled by, I felt
those two eyes more weary and
teary and the pale hands which swooped
me into her breast and fed me, more weak,
but still unwilling to accept back
the comforts offered by her creation(myself)
on the premise of
lessening of discomfort to her creation.

As TIME passed by ............ I watched with envy ........the affection showered on my son by his MOTHER ( my wife ) and also I watched with home sickness the affection showered by all MOTHERS of all creatures to their children and I longed to return to my birth place , the same cosy , comfort zone from where I came and to fall into deep slumber in the breast and comfort of my MOTHER , breaking free from all superficial restrictions of current existence , rewinding forty years back .............like in a dream , only to wake up to the reality ........ exposed to me by the ethereal , eternal and ephemeral TIME which whispered to me the golden rule - PAST IS PAST which I realised with a broken heart .................

The two anxious eyes......
still follows...

.......And I feel, fortunate are
those who are able to leave this
world , at the end of existence looking at those two weary,
weak and anxious eyes, which bought us
into this mundane existence ......again into the deep slumber in the WOMB OF NATURE

In that context, MOTHER,
AM I FORTUNATE ?

Dedicated to all MOTHERS of this world and
the other world.

By
B.C Hari Sankar