My mother never told me
Love is a bottle of mango pickles
She used to put in my cotton bag
Every time I leave my home town
Her season of mangoes ended
And never returned”
A simple poem on a very simple theme ,very effectively used image .Those of us who know what mother’s mango pickles signify for a son who is studying in a different city will understand this.
Heart-rending is the “season of mangoes never returning” .
A Malayalam poem in English ! That is what he says in the other poem
Thinking somewhere …
The bus conductor
Pushed me out
As I was leaning on a foot board
In an open public bus
In Mumbai city
In the early
Twenty first century
A Malayalam poem
Indeed ! Here is my poem on the subject of a mother . A Telugu poem in English ?
My mother’s brocades
My mother’s moth-balled
Brocades , a whole lot of them,
Are lying systematically stacked up
In her ancient wooden cupboard
They smell of her ,the smell
That belonged to a slice of her life.
This yellow one which she wore
Just once in her life had wrapped
A coy twenty-year-old bride
Tentatively setting her dainty foot
Into the hesitant bridal home .
Somewhere in the backwoods
Several industrious silkworms
Had spun miles of salivary yarn
In the foliage of the mulberry tree
To make this gorgeous five-yard saree .
The rustle of the silk drowned
The wails of the boiling cocoons
These worms died that beauty would live
In their plaintive cries lay new bridal hopes .
My mother, the coy bride of yesteryears,
Is now as non-existent as the worms
That had ceased to exist spinning
The smooth silk for her bridal finery .
Her bridal fragrance lives on among
The delicate folds of these gossamer silks
That the worms had died weaving
Death is so fragrant and so memorable.