By Guna Moran

Mother
Bless me to turn into dust
Would stay stuck to both your feet every day

Mother
Bless me to be your teardrops
Would glitter in your eyes in times of joy and sorrow

Mother
Bless me to become air
Would turn lively in your inhalation-exhalation

Mother
Bless me to turn into a tree
Would protect you from sun and rain

Mother
Bless me to remain a baby throughout my life
Would always remain an adored sweetheart in your lap

Mother
Bless me to remain full of laughter always
You’d also smile seeing me laugh

Mother
Bless me to be a yellow metal
Would shine as a star on both your ears

Mother
Bless me to be your best attendant
Would attend to you every moment

Mother
Bless me to become a magician
Would bring you back to life even after death

Mother
Bless me for rebirth
Would take birth as your child
Again and again

(Translated from Assamese by Bibekananda Choudhury)


Guna Moran is an Assamese poet and critic. His poems have been published in various international magazines, journals, webzines, and anthologies. He lives in Assam, India.

 

Also by Guna Moran: “Rock”