Part III
A prince with a heart of gold,
On a horse back, galloping like a warrior,
Of love and passion,
Kneeled before the free spirit,
Asking for her hand forever!!!!
Her broad smile came back,
Like a broad sunshine,
In the early morning!!!!!
Servant of the Lonely Princess
I was midst of many successful persons;
Feeling like a fish out of water.
The lovely princess smiled at me,
As if we were friends of thousand years!
I smiled back with a bow;
I knew how to bow to a princess.
Her eyes told me;
She might not be happy!
I could not talk to her,
I was instructed to seat behind her.
Her curves disturbed me;
I was not supposed to look at!
She talked to someone in his ear;
He laughed loudly.
I felt insulted;
My princess ignored me!
Next moment, I was back to the realty;
She was a princess;
I was a subject to serve her.
She was talking to the person;
Next to him intensely;
Again I felt jealous about him.
I wanted to change my seat;
So that her fragrance would not hit my nose.
Next moment, I came to the realty;
I cannot change my seat;
I am a servant to serve them;
Without a choice of own!
Her blouse could not support her;
Ever expanding desire of mine.
From behind, I could see her marble coloured back;
In my wildest imagination!
I would have loved to touch her;
I came to the reality; she is my master.
She stood from her chair;
She did not require permission for that;
I was not permitted to seat when she was standing!
She waived her hand to follow her;
Somewhere I did not know.
She was brisk in her walk;
I was following her;
I have to serve her!!!!!
Broken Plate
Sitting in the drawing room,
Heard the sound of a broken utensil.
There was silence;
I understood it is my better half;
Who had completed the task.
I was waiting to hear,
Sweet sound of my wife;
Accusing me for keeping;
The unbroken utensil on the wrong place.
But it was still silent;
I was worried;
Was it a lull only!
But nothing was heard;
Even after minutes of the sound of broken utensil!
I was worried more;
I dared not go to the kitchen.
But I have to go;
I thought after long few minutes!
Finally, I went to the kitchen;
Only to find the broken plate;
Made of China clay;
Given by my mother,
On my daughter’s first birth day.
My wife was still standing there!!!!!
Mirage
From the window of my room;
I can see the sky;
I can see the stars;
But not the moon!
Stars give the temptation;
To twinkle like them;
To sparkle like them.
I cannot see the moon,
From my room, from the window.
One day I came out of my room,
To find out the moon.
At sunshine you cannot see moon;
I waited for descendance of dusk.
Dusk descended,
But moon was not there!
Someone whispered,
Moon is visible;
Either in the first half
Or in the second half of the night.
I patiently waited for the moon to appear;
From dusk to dawn;
But it did not appear.
I was disappointed,
But not disheartened nor unhappy.
The sparkling stars talked to me;
Throughout the night;
Giving me company like true friends of mine.
They told me;
You cannot see moon on a cloudy night!
But I can see you;
I told the twinkle stars.
They smiled and told,
Because we are real;
Moon is a mirage!!!!!
The Stupid Mom
Part-I
When he was born, she might be 25,
Might be younger by a year,
Or might be one year older.
She could have been free,
Like my daughter of 25.
She could have taken care of,
Twenty- five-year-old body,
Like any other modern girl around me.
But she preferred to make her son healthy;
By feeding her blood and sweat for long two and a half years;
By torturing her ailing body.
She must be the dumbest woman,
I have ever come across in my life!
When the boy was three or four;
She used to carry him to the school;
Along with her;
School was away by miles from home.
She never complained for her sleepless nights;
When he was ill, forgetting her own illness!
During Bihu and Puja;
She used to take him;
Different places with festive attire;
Wearing her three- year old Patar Mekhela!
She used to give him the best of the food;
Keeping rest of the junk for her;
But always smiling!
She saved money for years together,
To replace her torn dresses;
But that ended up;
On his college dress;
But still she never complained;
And she was still smiling!!
Part-II
She became lonely;
The boy left her alone at her home,
Situated in a remote village;
To live in a big city along with his family;
Still she was smiling;
Blessing him for his bright future!
She was ailing;
He had no time for her;
He was busy with his own life.
She died alone;
None was with her except a young nurse;
When she breathed her last.
She died with a smile on her face;
A satisfying smile;
With her last words to the nurse:
God bless my son;
He is the reason for me living so long!
Thank him for his love for me;
He made me a proud mother;
He has given everything to me;
He is always a bundle of joy to me;
He is my happiness.
Tell my son,
To forgive me;
I could not give him,
Best of the educations,
What he had right to have,
Best of comforts;
What he deserved as a son.
Tell my son,
I also loved him equally;
As much as he loves me.
But I could not provide him,
Everything what his peers used to get.
I wanted to give him everything;
What a son wanted from his mother;
But alas!
I may have failed as a mother;
She breathed her last with a sigh!
Young nurse told her son,
She was a nice lady;
She loved you very much;
Wiping her tears.
Part
-III
But I thought with moist eyes,
She might be the most stupid lady;
I have ever met.
None will ever dare to compete her;
In her dumbness or her stupidity!
I always wanted to tell the lady,
Your son never loved you,
As much as you love him!
I always wanted to tell her,
He never cared for you,
As much as you cared for him.
I always wanted to tell her,
You have given him everything,
Which he never deserved.
I always wanted to tell the lady,
He has not given you anything in return;
For what you have given to him;
Your blood, sweat and your youth!
I always wanted tell the old lady,
He deserved nothing more from you;
But, you deserved much more from him;
The thankless and selfish son!
But alas!
I could not tell her anything;
When she was alive,
She would have loved;
To hear those words from me;
Yes, because she was my stupid Mom!!!!!!!!!
The author is a Government servant and a man of vivid experiences derived from his official postings across the country, travels across India and numerous visits outside India. He is presently placed at New Delhi.
His earlier publications are:
1. Random Thoughts through a Coloured Prism
2. Dilemma of a Young Mind
3. Funny Statistics and Serious Statisticians
4. Melody of Fragrance
5. Akhadya
6. Few Cities through the Lens of Hiranya Borah
7. Guilt: Gift of Winter Spring
8. Beautiful Ghost
9. Great Fighters: Grace of God
10. All Blurred
11. Putting kids to sleep
12.How to become unpopular
13. Soulmates
14. My grumpy Face
15. Love and Worries
16. Discussion of own Birth: A Taboo
17. Interview
18. Indecent Love Affairs
19. My Fair Lady
20.Waiting time
21. Two Stories
22. My Mother: Dashami Borah
23. Parineeta
24. Manorama
25. Unwanted
26. First Attempt
27. A father
28. The Portrait
29. Snapped Thread
30. Only He Knows
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