MOTHER

I dedicate this poem of mine as a humble tribute to one of the two living gods I have seen every day from my child hood

MOTHER

Many made promises of staying forever with me,

But during my tough times I found only thee…

I didn’t care for you when my pastures were greener,

When my eyes saw the world through gold tinted glasses of pleasure;

Then you stood at one corner,

Wiping silently your tears, but I didn’t bother.

But when tough times came upon me,

All my fair-weather friends started to flee

I cried for a helping hand,

But they were too busy to help me stand;

When all others had fled,

You ran towards me instead.

You yourself fell in the process,

But made sure I stand up and make progress.

You protected me from rough weather,

You are none but my sweet mother…..

                       -Debabrata Banerjee  

Two old questions

For days I have travelled on the face of earth,

With two questions plaguing my mind;

On a beautiful day in my youthful guilessness,

When the dawn of knowledge,

had still not removed the veil of ignorance;

I had asked it to his omniscience.

who am I? and for what purpose I am here?

‘Seek and ye shall find’ was his only answer.

So as days become months and months turned to years

I kept searching for the answer everywhere

I played the role of child, husband and father

Each time trying to find the true answer

I assumed my duty was to perform those roles

But when I looked around, I found everybody doing those

And so I have kept searching over the years…

To find answers to the questions I asked in my tender years.

Even now as the curtain on my life is about to descent;

I ask the same questions again to the omniscient…

Who am I? and for what purpose I am here?

Who knows if I will get my answer before my act is over……

 -Debabrata Banerjee