POEM THE LETTER, TO MY MOTHER

I still love my life and the world.

You know why? Since it is given by you

I still love myself and the soul.

Only since I am born to you

You are my ultimate strength

But I am your all-time weakness

You are the cause of my pleasures

I am the cause of your all pains.

I might have been born to you

But you are born for me!

I cannot bear the tears in your eyes

Which is always shed for my eyes

Enough of praying for me to god

He is mindless and not kind as you!

You are my Brahma, created this boy

I am your Shiva, destroyed your joy!

You should have been a sinner in the past

As a result, I am born as your son!

I would have been a saint before

That is why; I got you as my mom.

Sometimes, I may be avoiding you,

Sometimes, I may go away from you,

Sometimes, they may be hurting you

But every time I am in love with you.

I have to survive in troubles

If you see them, it will grow double

I don’t want you to see my pain

Sometimes, you happen to see and you strain.

Take this from me with the heavy heart

Whenever you see me suffering

Just look at me as a stranger

And forget that I am your son!

Enough of suffering for me my mom,

Enough of weeping, now be calm

Take care of yourself and take rest now

Except these words, I have no way to show my love.

Vinoth Subramanian