When mama passed away –
In the grey corner of such a dawn,
The entire hospital looked like a morgue.
I was quite right in urging, myself,
Not to weep.
I found solace in remaining silent.
Deeply silent.
Whatever you do, death has no obstacles!
Grief takes its own time to reduce.

Sometimes my mother still comes
In my dreams.
She is too young.
I am too small.
There is so much power in her presence!
Yet as present here,
I feel my mother's unconditional love:
Expectantly, she is the favorite guest…

In all my filled days of vision.

25th Dec 2013

Geeta Chhabra

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