[MOTHER]

[MOTHER]

//Tell me I wasn’t part of
Any prophecies,
Tell me I’ve been disdained of
Such prodigies.
Because, you won’t .. Mother;
Why?
I’m just a genesis of this
Colossal cosmos.
Such affinities …
Why?

Torment and despair
I might have caused,
Right from my inception.
Let me vindicate my moral sins.
The stretch marks , and
the prickles on your cervix,
you rock them as trophies and sceptres,
like they saw
War and peace altogether.
They have.
They did.

The gargantuan space you have within,
to consume all the aches,
But only to vouchsafe
all the empathy.
Are you that capable Mother?
Are you?
Tell me about the quantum
and galaxies you’re made of.
Can you?
Will you?
Or is it, you know better now ..
‘ How weakening is to be strong ‘

I oscillate around you,
With all of me
With all I have.
Let me slumber on your lap
And lounge on your bosom,
Oh Mother … You’re the pivot
Of my existence and being.
The reason i found
the difference within.
Contrasting the oblivion from
the voids and all the ‘in-betweens’

And to all the entities
I failed to connect and sought,
I might be the only atheist,
That has you … Oh Mother,
As My GOD //

Abhinash Kaishyap (INDIA)