Watching a glorious sunset, <br />playful are the waves on my feet. <br />Gold, red, yellow rays <br />sucked me in delicate passion. <br /> <br />Their chariot of flames <br />flew down to me. <br />Flames around, all around <br />golden blue and red. <br />With gleaming eyes I saw. <br /> <br /> Seven white winged horses <br /> flew into my presence at the shore. <br /> <br /> I saw my mummy in the chariot, <br /> smiling like the morning sun. <br /> <br /> My eyes opened as sunflowers do. <br /> <br />With moonlit eyes <br />pouring blooms of bliss on me <br />she whispered softly. <br /> <br />In joy immeasurable <br />her voice melted. <br />In hugs and kisses <br />she murmured in my little ears. <br />‘You are my treasure, You are the apple of my eye’. <br /> <br />She adorned me with the stars, <br />blessed me with tenderness, <br />filled me with treasures divine. <br /> <br /> <br />I was blissful, <br />serene and desireless. <br /> <br /> <br />Singing a glorious hymn <br />pouring on me, her sweetest perfume, <br />she touched my life from the chariot. <br /> <br /> The chariot flew away. <br /> <br />Every dusk, <br />and every night, <br />I look at the stars <br />and murmur: <br />Twinkling stars! <br />send my mummy again to me. <br /> <br />I sleep. <br />Tear drops linger on my lashes. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> (It is a pleasant vision of my dearest Ma (in hindi language we call mother so lovingly Maaaaaaaa) . <br />i lost her when i was in the school. She had cancer and died at the age of 38. I yearn for her presence even now every day. it is a great loss i suffered and i will not be cured from the wounds that is created by her absence. When I see the sunset my heart raises itself to her chariot) .<br /><br />Dr. Antony Theodore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-mother-in-the-chariot/
