Son My Dear Son

Son, son oh my dear son, dear son,
What are you doing now there?
Are you busy in reading or writing?
Or are you busy in reciting poems?

This is wonder that technology tells,
Within fraction of second it connects,
Wherever you may be in far place,
I know you receive call of affection.

Go on writing your philosophical views,
You see life from deep within in truth,
Writing is perseverance, reading is too,
Observe sea and sky and forest carefully.

You go to seashore and see waves there,
Are you there near sea? Are you singing?
You are pure soul; God is like vast ocean,
Dear son, you connect him in lovely wave.

© Kumarmani Mahakul,10 July,2017. All rights reserved.

by Kumarmani Mahakul

Comments (8)

Stunning write, thank you so much Gary. I will be reading more of your fine pen.
Watch what you wish for... Ur poem inspired me to want more. Not materialistic but the truth. Was that too much to ask?
Beautifully envisioned poems woven around the memoirs of perhaps first love and the loved one from whose life the poet walked out when he was 19 though he could never forget her. Thanks for sharing.
Soul-searching. A Dirge dedicated to what appears to be his only love that he ended and regrets but not enough to reach out to her. Some of his verses are so piercing- - - - - ] Last night watching the Pleiades, Breath smoking in the moonlight, Bitter memory like vomit Choked my throat.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -] I remember your cool body Naked under a summer cotton dress.
full of regret, universal imagery, resonates deeply
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