Mother, you could become my tomorrow: A poem 

Mother, you could become my tomorrow 

Though, it was only yesterday 

that you passed away 

And the unrelenting tollway since, 

was marked by unshed tears 

Even as days seem like years 

and years seem to pass like days 

I can depend on a few lessons from you 

like the one that goes: There is little redressal obtained 

from undressing one’s grief 

Yet, I know there is always a construction underway 

and it is not a mere child’s lego 

I can believe that my home still finds character 

in its austere poverty 

Like I know how wealthy you were 

in not expecting anything in return 

 It is credit to your dignity 

that I don’t wash my linen publicly 

I simply wield the most platonic toiletry 

You know if the sun came smiling at me today 

I’d say I feel your breath in my hair 

The jingle of a star in the ears of a cosmonaut 

who was not looking for anything beyond 

a little distance away from earth